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

petty secrets, and confidences and warnings,
and the wiser he is the less he will regard
them. He will change the subject, as did Mr.
Beebe, saying cheerfully: "Have you heard
from any Bertolini people lately? I believe you
keep up with Miss Lavish. It is odd how we of
that pension, who seemed such a fortuitous
collection, have been working into one
another's lives. Two, three, four, six of us--no,
eight; I had forgotten the Emersons--have kept
more or less in touch. We must really give the
Signora a testimonial."
And, Miss Bartlett not favouring the scheme,
they walked up the hill in a silence which was
only broken by the rector naming some fern.
On the summit they paused. The sky had
grown wilder since he stood there last hour,
giving to the land a tragic greatness that is
rare in Surrey. Grey clouds were charging
across tissues of white, which stretched and
shredded and tore slowly, until through their
final layers there gleamed a hint of the
disappearing blue. Summer was retreating.