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

Lavish looking for her cigarette-case. Like
every true performer, she was intoxicated by
the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers
caressing her own; and by touch, not by sound
alone, did she come to her desire.
Mr. Beebe, sitting unnoticed in the window,
pondered this illogical element in Miss
Honeychurch, and recalled the occasion at
Tunbridge Wells when he had discovered it. It
was at one of those entertainments where the
upper classes entertain the lower. The seats
were filled with a respectful audience, and the
ladies and gentlemen of the parish, under the
auspices of their vicar, sang, or recited, or
imitated the drawing of a champagne cork.
Among the promised items was "Miss
Honeychurch. Piano. Beethoven," and Mr.
Beebe was wondering whether it would be
Adelaida, or the march of The Ruins of Athens,
when his composure was disturbed by the
opening bars of Opus III. He was in suspense
all through the introduction, for not until the
pace quickens does one know what the