A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

from her brother, full of athletics and biology;
one from her mother, delightful as only her
mother's letters could be. She had read in it of
the crocuses which had been bought for
yellow and were coming up puce, of the new
parlour-maid, who had watered the ferns with
essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached
cottages which were ruining Summer Street,
and breaking the heart of Sir Harry Otway. She
recalled the free, pleasant life of her home,
where she was allowed to do everything, and
where nothing ever happened to her. The road
up through the pine-woods, the clean
drawing-room, the view over the Sussex
Weald--all hung before her bright and distinct,
but pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to
which, after much experience, a traveller
returns.
"And the news?" asked Miss Bartlett.
"Mrs. Vyse and her son have gone to Rome,"
said Lucy, giving the news that interested her
least. "Do you know the Vyses?"