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nothing　so　much　as　an　acid　whistling　fountain　which　played　ever

higher　and　higher；　and　quicker　and　quicker；　and　more　and　more

shrilly；　till　abruptly　it　was　turned　off　with　a　click。



〃Signorina！〃　said　the　man　to　Lucy；　when　the　display　had　ceased。

Why　should　he　appeal　to　Lucy？



〃Signorina！〃　echoed　Persephone　in　her　glorious　contralto。　She

pointed　at　the　other　carriage。　Why？



For　a　moment　the　two　girls　looked　at　each　other。　Then　Persephone

got　down　from　the　box。



〃Victory　at　last！〃　said　Mr。　Eager；　smiting　his　hands　together　as

the　carriages　started　again。



〃It　is　not　victory；〃　said　Mr。　Emerson。　〃It　is　defeat。　You　have

parted　two　people　who　were　happy。〃



Mr。　Eager　shut　his　eyes。　He　was　obliged　to　sit　next　to　Mr。

Emerson；　but　he　would　not　speak　to　him。　The　old　man　was　refreshed

by　sleep；　and　took　up　the　matter　warmly。　He　commanded　Lucy　to

agree　with　him；　he　shouted　for　support　to　his　son。



〃We　have　tried　to　buy　what　cannot　be　bought　with　money。　He　has

bargained　to　drive　us；　and　he　is　doing　it。　We　have　no　rights　over

his　soul。〃



Miss　Lavish　frowned。　It　is　hard　when　a　person　you　have　classed　as

typically　British　speaks　out　of　his　character。



He　was　not　driving　us　well；〃　she　said。　〃He　jolted　us。〃



〃That　I　deny。　It　was　as　restful　as　sleeping。　Aha！　he　is　jolting

us　now。　Can　you　wonder？　He　would　like　to　throw　us　out；　and　most

certainly　he　is　justified。　And　if　I　were　superstitious　I'd　be

frightened　of　the　girl；　too。　It　doesn't　do　to　injure　young

people。　Have　you　ever　heard　of　Lorenzo　de　Medici？〃



Miss　Lavish　bristled。



〃Most　certainly　I　have。　Do　you　refer　to　Lorenzo　il　Magnifico；　or

to　Lorenzo；　Duke　of　Urbino；　or　to　Lorenzo　surnamed　Lorenzino　on

account　of　his　diminutive　stature？〃



〃The　Lord　knows。　Possibly　he　does　know；　for　I　refer　to　Lorenzo

the　poet。　He　wrote　a　lineso　I　heard　yesterdaywhich　runs　like

this：　'Don't　go　fighting　against　the　Spring。'〃



Mr。　Eager　could　not　resist　the　opportunity　for　erudition。



〃Non　fate　guerra　al　Maggio；〃　he　murmured。　〃'War　not　with　the

May'　would　render　a　correct　meaning。〃



〃The　point　is；　we　have　warred　with　it。　Look。〃　He　pointed　to　the

Val　d'Arno；　which　was　visible　far　below　them；　through　the

budding　trees。　〃Fifty　miles　of　Spring；　and　we've　come　up　to

admire　them。　Do　you　suppose　there's　any　difference　between　Spring

in　nature　and　Spring　in　man？　But　there　we　go；　praising　the　one

and　condemning　the　other　as　improper；　ashamed　that　the　same

work　eternally　through　both。〃



No　one　encouraged　him　to　talk。　Presently　Mr。　Eager　gave　a　signal

for　the　carriages　to　stop　and　marshalled　the　party　for　their

ramble　on　the　hill。　A　hollow　like　a　great　amphitheatre；　full　of

terraced　steps　and　misty　olives；　now　lay　between　them　and　the

heights　of　Fiesole；　and　the　road；　still　following　its　curve；　was

about　to　sweep　on　to　a　promontory　which　stood　out　in　the　plain。

It　was　this　promontory；　uncultivated；　wet；　covered　with　bushes

and　occasional　trees；　which　had　caught　the　fancy　of　Alessio

Baldovinetti　nearly　five　hundred　years　before。　He　had　ascended

it；　that　diligent　and　rather　obscure　master；　possibly　with　an　eye

to　business；　possibly　for　the　joy　of　ascending。　Standing　there；

he　had　seen　that　view　of　the　Val　d'Arno　and　distant　Florence；

which　he　afterwards　had　introduced　not　very　effectively　into　his

work。　But　where　exactly　had　he　stood？　That　was　the　question　which

Mr。　Eager　hoped　to　solve　now。　And　Miss　Lavish；　whose　nature　was

attracted　by　anything　problematical；　had　become　equally

enthusiastic。



But　it　is　not　easy　to　carry　the　pictures　of　Alessio　Baldovinetti

in　your　head；　even　if　you　have　remembered　to　look　at　them　before

starting。　And　the　haze　in　the　valley　increased　the　difficulty　of

the　quest。



The　party　sprang　about　from　tuft　to　tuft　of　grass；　their　anxiety

to　keep　together　being　only　equalled　by　their　desire　to　go

different　directions。　Finally　they　split　into　groups。　Lucy　clung

to　Miss　Bartlett　and　Miss　Lavish；　the　Emersons　returned　to　hold

laborious　converse　with　the　drivers；　while　the　two　clergymen；　who

were　expected　to　have　topics　in　common；　were　left　to　each　other。



The　two　elder　ladies　soon　threw　off　the　mask。　In　the　audible

whisper　that　was　now　so　familiar　to　Lucy　they　began　to　discuss；

not　Alessio　Baldovinetti；　but　the　drive。　Miss　Bartlett　had　asked

Mr。　George　Emerson　what　his　profession　was；　and　he　had　answered

〃the　railway。〃　She　was　very　sorry　that　she　had　asked　him。　She　had

no　idea　that　it　would　be　such　a　dreadful　answer；　or　she　would　not

have　asked　him。　Mr。　Beebe　had　turned　the　conversation　so

cleverly；　and　she　hoped　that　the　young　man　was　not　very　much　hurt

at　her　asking　him



〃The　railway！〃　gasped　Miss　Lavish。　〃Oh；　but　I　shall　die！　Of

course　it　was　the　railway！〃　She　could　not　control　her　mirth。　〃He

is　the　image　of　a　porteron；　on　the　South…Eastern。〃



〃Eleanor；　be　quiet；〃　plucking　at　her　vivacious　companion。　〃Hush！

They'll　hearthe　Emersons〃



〃I　can't　stop。　Let　me　go　my　wicked　way。　A　porter〃



〃Eleanor！〃



〃I'm　sure　it's　all　right；〃　put　in　Lucy。　〃The　Emersons　won't　hear；

and　they　wouldn't　mind　if　they　did。〃



Miss　Lavish　did　not　seem　pleased　at　this。



〃Miss　Honeychurch　listening！〃　she　said　rather　crossly。　〃Pouf！

Wouf！　You　naughty　girl！　Go　away！〃



〃Oh；　Lucy；　you　ought　to　be　with　Mr。　Eager；　I'm　sure。〃



〃I　can't　find　them　now；　and　I　don't　want　to　either。〃



〃Mr。　Eager　will　be　offended。　It　is　your　party。〃



〃Please；　I'd　rather　stop　here　with　you。〃



〃No；　I　agree；〃　said　Miss　Lavish。　〃It's　like　a　school　feast；　the

boys　have　got　separated　from　the　girls。　Miss　Lucy；　you　are　to　go。

We　wish　to　converse　on　high　topics　unsuited　for　your　ear。〃



The　girl　was　stubborn。　As　her　time　at　Florence　drew　to　its　close

she　was　only　at　ease　amongst　those　to　whom　she　felt　indifferent。

Such　a　one　was　Miss　Lavish；　and　such　for　the　moment　was

Charlotte。　She　wished　she　had　not　called　attention　to　herself；

they　were　both　annoyed　at　her　remark　and　seemed　determined　to　get

rid　of　her。



〃How　tired　one　gets；〃　said　Miss　Bartlett。　〃Oh；　I　do　wish　Freddy

and　your　mother　could　be　here。〃



Unselfishness　with　Miss　Bartlett　had　entirely　usurped　the

functions　of　enthusiasm。　Lucy　did　not　look　at　the　view　either。

She　would　not　enjoy　anything　till　she　was　safe　at　Rome。



〃Then　sit　you　down；〃　said　Miss　Lavish。　〃Observe　my　foresight。〃



With　many　a　smile　she　produced　two　of　those　mackintosh　squares

that　protect　the　frame　of　the　tourist　from　damp　grass　or　cold

marble　steps。　She　sat　on　one；　who　was　to　sit　on　the　other？



〃Lucy；　without　a　moment's　doubt；　Lucy。　The　ground　will　do　for　me。

Really　I　have　not　had　rheumatism　for　years。　If　I　do　feel　it

coming　on　I　shall　stand。　Imagine　your　mother's　feelings　if　I　let

you　sit　in　the　wet　in　your　white　linen。〃　She　sat　down　heavily

where　the　ground　looked　particularly　moist。　〃Here　we　are；　all

settled　delightfully。　Even　if　my　dress　is　thinner　it　will　not

show　so　much；　being　brown。　Sit　down；　dear；　you　are　too　unselfish；

you　don't　assert　yourself　enough。〃　She　cleared　her　throat。　〃Now

don't　be　alarmed；　this　isn't　a　cold。　It's　the　tiniest　cough；　and

I　have　had　it　three　days。　It's　nothing　to　do　with　sitting　here　at

all。〃



There　was　only　one　way　of　treating　the　situation。　At　the　end　of

five　minutes　Lucy　departed　in　search　of　Mr。　Beebe　and　Mr。　Eager；

vanquished　by　the　mackintosh　square。



She　addressed　herself　to　the　drivers；　who　were　sprawling　in　the

carriages；　perfuming　the　cushions　with　cigars。　The　miscreant；　a

bony　young　man　scorched　black　by　the　sun；　rose　to　greet　her　with

the　courtesy　of　a　host　and　the　assurance　of　a　relative。



〃Dove？〃　said　Lucy；　after　much　anxious　thought。



His　face　lit　up。　Of　course　he　knew　where；　Not　so　far　either。　His

arm　swept　three…fourths　of　the　horizon。　He　should　just　think　he

did　know　where。　He　pressed　his　finger…tips　to　his　forehead　and

then　pushed　them　towards　her；　as　if　oozing　with　visible　extract

of　knowledge。



More　seemed　necessary。　What　was　the　Italian　for　〃clergyman〃？



〃Dove　buoni　uomini？〃　said　she　at　last。



Good？　Scarcely　the　adjective　for　those　noble　beings！　He　showed

her　his　cigar。



〃Unopiupiccolo；〃　was　her　next　remark；　implying　〃Has　the

cigar　been　given　to　you　by　Mr。　Beebe；　the　smaller　of　the　two　good

men？〃



She　was　correct　as　usual。　He　tied　the　horse　to　a　tree；　kicked　it

to　make　it　stay　quiet；　dusted　the　carriage；　arranged　his　hair；

remoulded　his　hat；　encouraged　his　moustache；　and　in　rather　less

than　a　quarter　of　a　minute　was　ready　to　conduct　her。　Italians　are

born　knowing　the　way。　It　would　seem　that　the　whole　earth　lay

before　them；　not　as　a　map；　but　as　a　chess…board；　whereon　they

continually　behold　the　changing　pieces　as　well　as　the　squares。

Any　one　can　find　places；　but　the　finding　of　people　is　a　gift　from

God。



He　only　stopped　once；　to　pick　her　some　great　blue　violets。　She

thanked　him　with　real　pleasure。　In　th