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

tune to her: "He has not told, he has not told."
Her brain expanded the melody: "He has not
told his father--to whom he tells all things. It
was not an exploit. He did not laugh at me
when I had gone." She raised her hand to her
cheek. "He does not love me. No. How terrible
if he did! But he has not told. He will not tell."
She longed to shout the words: "It is all right.
It's a secret between us two for ever. Cecil will
never hear." She was even glad that Miss
Bartlett had made her promise secrecy, that
last dark evening at Florence, when they had
knelt packing in his room. The secret, big or
little, was guarded.
Only three English people knew of it in the
world. Thus she interpreted her joy. She
greeted Cecil with unusual radiance, because
she felt so safe. As he helped her out of the
carriage, she said:
"The Emersons have been so nice. George
Emerson has improved enormously."