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

She and her mother shopped in silence,
spoke little in the train, little again in the
carriage, which met them at Dorking Station. It
had poured all day and as they ascended
through the deep Surrey lanes showers of
water fell from the over-hanging beech-trees
and rattled on the hood. Lucy complained that
the hood was stuffy. Leaning forward, she
looked out into the steaming dusk, and
watched the carriage-lamp pass like a
search-light over mud and leaves, and reveal
nothing beautiful. "The crush when Charlotte
gets in will be abominable," she remarked.
For they were to pick up Miss Bartlett at
Summer Street, where she had been dropped
as the carriage went down, to pay a call on Mr.
Beebe's old mother. "We shall have to sit three
a side, because the trees drop, and yet it isn't
raining. Oh, for a little air!" Then she listened
to the horse's hoofs--"He has not told--he has
not told." That melody was blurred by the soft
road. "CAN'T we have the hood down?" she
demanded, and her mother, with sudden