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

who had been ostentatiously drinking his tea
at the view, felt the eternal attraction of
Chance, and turned round.
But this did not do, either.
"Please--please--I know I am a sad spoilsport,
but it would make me wretched. I should
practically be robbing the one who lost."
"Freddy owes me fifteen shillings,"
interposed Cecil. "So it will work out right if
you give the pound to me."
"Fifteen shillings," said Miss Bartlett
dubiously. "How is that, Mr. Vyse?"
"Because, don't you see, Freddy paid your
cab. Give me the pound, and we shall avoid
this deplorable gambling."
Miss Bartlett, who was poor at figures,
became bewildered and rendered up the
sovereign, amidst the suppressed gurgles of