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

Thus it was that, though she saw some one
standing in the wet below, he, though he
looked up, did not see her.
To reach his room he had to go by hers. She
was still dressed. It struck her that she might
slip into the passage and just say that she
would be gone before he was up, and that
their extraordinary intercourse was over.
Whether she would have dared to do this was
never proved. At the critical moment Miss
Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice
said:
"I wish one word with you in the
drawing-room, Mr. Emerson, please."
Soon their footsteps returned, and Miss
Bartlett said: "Good-night, Mr. Emerson."
His heavy, tired breathing was the only reply;
the chaperon had done her work.