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

"Yes, miss, they have gone."
Lucy sank back. The carriage stopped at the
Rectory. She got out to call for Miss Bartlett. So
the Emersons had gone, and all this bother
about Greece had been unnecessary. Waste!
That word seemed to sum up the whole of life.
Wasted plans, wasted money, wasted love,
and she had wounded her mother. Was it
possible that she had muddled things away?
Quite possible. Other people had. When the
maid opened the door, she was unable to
speak, and stared stupidly into the hall.
Miss Bartlett at once came forward, and after
a long preamble asked a great favour: might
she go to church? Mr. Beebe and his mother
had already gone, but she had refused to start
until she obtained her hostess's full sanction,
for it would mean keeping the horse waiting a
good ten minutes more.
"Certainly," said the hostess wearily. "I forgot
it was Friday. Let's all go. Powell can go round