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

"You know our cousin, Miss Bartlett," said
Mrs. Honeychurch pleasantly. "You met her
with my daughter in Florence."
"Yes, indeed!" said the old man, and made as
if he would come out of the garden to meet the
lady. Miss Bartlett promptly got into the
victoria. Thus entrenched, she emitted a
formal bow. It was the pension Bertolini again,
the dining-table with the decanters of water
and wine. It was the old, old battle of the room
with the view.
George did not respond to the bow. Like any
boy, he blushed and was ashamed; he knew
that the chaperon remembered. He said: "I--
I'll come up to tennis if I can manage it," and
went into the house. Perhaps anything that he
did would have pleased Lucy, but his
awkwardness went straight to her heart; men
were not gods after all, but as human and as
clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from
unexplained desires, and need help. To one of
her upbringing, and of her destination, the