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

nothing, or mean too much. "I will bow," she
had thought. "I will not shake hands with him.
That will be just the proper thing." She had
bowed--but to whom? To gods, to heroes, to
the nonsense of school-girls! She had bowed
across the rubbish that cumbers the world.
So ran her thoughts, while her faculties were
busy with Cecil. It was another of those
dreadful engagement calls. Mrs. Butterworth
had wanted to see him, and he did not want to
be seen. He did not want to hear about
hydrangeas, why they change their colour at
the seaside. He did not want to join the C. O. S.
When cross he was always elaborate, and
made long, clever answers where "Yes" or
"No" would have done. Lucy soothed him and
tinkered at the conversation in a way that
promised well for their married peace. No one
is perfect, and surely it is wiser to discover the
imperfections before wedlock. Miss Bartlett,
indeed, though not in word, had taught the girl
that this our life contains nothing satisfactory.
Lucy, though she disliked the teacher,