A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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and laughed; it was so sudden. As Teresa truly said, it was no laughing matter. But the point is that Miss Lavish was positively ATTRACTED by his mentioning S., and said she liked plain speaking, and meeting different grades of thought. She thought they were commercial travellers--'drummers' was the word she used--and all through dinner she tried to prove that England, our great and beloved country, rests on nothing but commerce. Teresa was very much annoyed, and left the table before the cheese, saying as she did so: 'There, Miss Lavish, is one who can confute you better than I,' and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord Tennyson. Then Miss Lavish said: 'Tut! The early Victorians.' Just imagine! 'Tut! The early Victorians.' My sister had gone, and I felt bound to speak. I said: 'Miss Lavish, I am an early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will hear no breath of censure against our dear Queen.' It was horrible speaking. I reminded her how the Queen had been to Ireland when she did not want to go, and I must say she was dumbfounded, and made no reply. But,
unluckily, Mr. Emerson overheard this part, and called in his deep voice: 'Quite so, quite so! I honour the woman for her Irish visit.' The woman! I tell things so badly; but you see what a tangle we were in by this time, all on account of S. having been mentioned in the first place. But that was not all. After dinner Miss Lavish actually came up and said: 'Miss Alan, I am going into the smoking-room to talk to those two nice men. Come, too.' Needless to say, I refused such an unsuitable invitation, and she had the impertinence to tell me that it would broaden my ideas, and said that she had four brothers, all University men, except one who was in the army, who always made a point of talking to commercial travellers." "Let me finish the story," said Mr. Beebe, who had returned. "Miss Lavish tried Miss Pole, myself, every one, and finally said: 'I shall go alone.' She went. At the end of five minutes she returned unobtrusively with a green baize board, and
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and laughed; it was so sudden. As Teresa truly<br />
said, it was no laughing matter. But the point is<br />
that Miss Lavish was positively ATTRACTED by<br />
his mentioning S., and said she liked plain<br />
speaking, and meeting different grades of<br />
thought. She thought they were commercial<br />
travellers--'drummers' was the word she<br />
used--and all through dinner she tried to prove<br />
that England, our great and beloved country,<br />
rests on nothing but commerce. Teresa was<br />
very much annoyed, and left the table before<br />
the cheese, saying as she did so: 'There, Miss<br />
Lavish, is one who can confute you better than<br />
I,' and pointed to that beautiful picture of Lord<br />
Tennyson. Then Miss Lavish said: 'Tut! The<br />
early Victorians.' Just imagine! 'Tut! The early<br />
Victorians.' My sister had gone, and I felt<br />
bound to speak. I said: 'Miss Lavish, I am an<br />
early Victorian; at least, that is to say, I will<br />
hear no breath of censure against our dear<br />
Queen.' It was horrible speaking. I reminded<br />
her how the Queen had been to Ireland when<br />
she did not want to go, and I must say she was<br />
dumbfounded, and made no reply. But,
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