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

She would not object.
Some one was there already, for Lucy heard
the words: "A lady to wait, sir."
Old Mr. Emerson was sitting by the fire, with
his foot upon a gout-stool.
"Oh, Miss Honeychurch, that you should
come!" he quavered; and Lucy saw an
alteration in him since last Sunday.
Not a word would come to her lips. George
she had faced, and could have faced again, but
she had forgotten how to treat his father.
"Miss Honeychurch, dear, we are so sorry!
George is so sorry! He thought he had a right
to try. I cannot blame my boy, and yet I wish
he had told me first. He ought not to have tried.
I knew nothing about it at all."
If only she could remember how to behave!