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

soothed--either Cecil or Miss Bartlett or a
Being not visible to the mortal eye--a Being
who whispered to her soul: "It will not last, this
cheerfulness. In January you must go to
London to entertain the grandchildren of
celebrated men." But to-day she felt she had
received a guarantee. Her mother would
always sit there, her brother here. The sun,
though it had moved a little since the morning,
would never be hidden behind the western
hills. After luncheon they asked her to play.
She had seen Gluck's Armide that year, and
played from memory the music of the
enchanted garden--the music to which Renaud
approaches, beneath the light of an eternal
dawn, the music that never gains, never
wanes, but ripples for ever like the tideless
seas of fairyland. Such music is not for the
piano, and her audience began to get restive,
and Cecil, sharing the discontent, called out:
"Now play us the other garden--the one in
Parsifal."
She closed the instrument.