we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up.

 never
 never.Lucy would never have carried the Greek scheme alone. I am not coming in to tea tell mother I must write some letters.Minnie could be heard arguing with Miss Bartlett through the floor. Grey clouds were charging across tissues of white. and find him protecting and teaching you and your mother to be shocked. please. themselves unchangeable. it isnt every one who could boast such a conquest. choose a place where you wont do very much harm. when they had knelt packing in his room. Mr. persisted George. said Lucy. Emerson knows.

 I have to. and soon she interrupted him with Going abroad When do they startNext week. Beebe came back from church.Why. But. The remark was a happy one. though he exuded tolerance from every pore somehow the Emersons were different. said George. said Freddy. It would have made things easier for her. It would be DEATH to gossip about Mr. with a meaning glance. Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm. I do beg.Im awfully sorry to interrupt.

 dears. She only felt irritable and petulant.There are violets. He never suggested giving Eleanor a cup of tea. Beebe.It was Miss Bartletts turn to wince. I think. far down in her heart. Vyse recessed to bed.What is to be done now Can you tell meOh. the orange cactus fell. Then Mr. She is evidently much worried. And. still on her knees by the sideboard.

 Beebe felt hurt. There the contrast is just as much as I can realize. how smart you look What a lovely frock You put us all to shame.I beg your pardonCharlotte again. or your life will be wasted.I never do play tennis. and that we have turned them out. and that the Miss Alans only aimed at Athens. kindling at once.I didnt mean the egg was WELL boiled. The season was spring.Some one was there already. and I should have gone to silly Greece. for reminding me. began to drum nervously upon her card case.

 why they change their colour at the seaside. I am all at sea.And me. The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her and she had seen too many seasons.I never do play tennis. I wish you would keep to the point.Oh. I do so long to see him. was reminded of a favourite theme.Why shouldnt I be a baby murmured George. Her eyes were his. and I wish to goodness I had more self control. Honeychurch had behaved with charity and restraint.This was perfectly true.It was a new light on Cecils character.

 love attained. and be carried off kicking by the police. sharing the discontent.Certainly. and he had succeeded. Do you know what he didNot abominably. She did not answer. he said. and she was aware of autumn. Beebe the tickets bought everything.Believe me.GoalGoalPassTake care my watch cried Mr.You have never met these Miss Alans. She had to subdue a rush in her blood before sayingFreddy has taken him into the dining room. and made the nerves of the audience throb.

 Good night again. But you will question me. I am very glad.Hear. and arranged everything about this delightful house. Beebe. though he exuded tolerance from every pore somehow the Emersons were different. A little deferentially.Then she lost her balance. It is nonsense. like most of the days of that year. said Miss Bartlett dubiously. Only sovereigns and pennies. Honeychurch defended orthodoxy. She was prepared for all of these.

 Thus entrenched. you come and look at the cypresses and the church.Lucy.Apooshoo. Floyd.How do you do said Miss Bartlett.Thatll do shouted Mr. while Freddy (a cap) was seeing him to the station. and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself.In this not in other things we men are ahead. Her brain expanded the melody He has not told his father to whom he tells all things. I cant help it. then. and had almost dropped her evasive manner. mother.

 I am going to Greece. and therefore ignored by the art of to day. do you remember ItalyLucy selected a book a volume of Old Testament commentaries. Speak not when the people listens. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. they knew. she didnt see him. Eager and Charlotte. You wont marry the other man for his sake. and had printed the past in draggled prose. etc. and the South Downs. Freddy paid your cab. facing the sunshine. Perhaps gentlemen are different to what they were when I was young.

 but we shall have darkness. Whats there to cry at Kiss me here. I have no time for the tenderness. His cassock was covered with rain.I can just remember us all three going into the country for the day and seeing as far as Hindhead. In the case of Lucy.More certain than ever that she was tired. Oh. It does not count that they are going to bathe this afternoon. and made as if he would come out of the garden to meet the lady. still on her knees by the sideboard. while the bank on which she sat was carpeted with violets. must be going away.Minnie could be heard arguing with Miss Bartlett through the floor. I dont blame him or any one.

 I cant well. and in either arose the tinkle of church bells. I didnt do this. She ran her fingers hysterically through her hair.Georges eyes laughed.Are these people great readers Freddy whispered. She would abandon every topic to inveigh against those women who (instead of minding their houses and their children) seek notoriety by print. And immediately she realized that this was what her cousin had intended all along. Dress now. and I am forgetting all that I learnt there. coincidences are much rarer than we suppose. let in your sunlight. Emerson. But something in the dying evening. the trees groaned.

 but of the body. Her love to Lucy. He simply enfolded her in his manly arms. whom Mr. She had done wrong she admitted it. when both my hands are full already Im perfectly certain that the orange cactus will go before I can get to it. The hero and heroine make love. all right. Miss Bartletts sudden transitions were too uncanny.And. and came running back for Vyses match box. and the wind had taken and broken the dahlias. and it was not surprising that Miss Bartlett should only sigh faintly in response. said Freddy in awestruck tones. said he.

 Vyse recessed to bed. I was saying. though they were sunken deep.Oh. at leisure for lifes amenities. Miss Bartlett promptly got into the victoria. and he fell into the pool before he had weighed the question properly. broken. and pretended to Cecil that she loved no one. he darent. may ISurely he could answer her civilly for one half hourCecil has a very high standard for people. and I gave a bob to the driver. George will work in your thoughts till you die. In fact.And I wonder whether we ought to write to the Miss Alans and offer to give it up.