a room with a view-第44节
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wouldn't give her consent we should take the thing into our own
hands。 They had fair warning； and now he calls it an elopement。
Ridiculous boy〃
〃Signorino； domani faremo uno giro〃
〃But it will all come right in the end。 He has to build us both
up from the beginning again。 I wish； though； that Cecil had not
turned so cynical about women。 He has； for the second time； quite
altered。 Why will men have theories about women？ I haven't any
about men。 I wish； too； that Mr。 Beebe〃
〃You may well wish that。〃
〃He will never forgive usI mean； he will never be interested in
us again。 I wish that he did not influence them so much at Windy
Corner。 I wish he hadn't But if we act the truth； the people
who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 Then he said more gently： 〃Well； I acted the truth
the only thing I did doand you came back to me。 So possibly you
know。〃 He turned back into the room。 〃Nonsense with that sock。〃
He carried her to the window； so that she； too； saw all the view。
They sank upon their knees； invisible from the road； they hoped；
and began to whisper one another's names。 Ah！ it was worth while；
it was the great joy that they had expected； and countless little
joys of which they had never dreamt。 They were silent。
〃Signorino； domani faremo〃
〃Oh； bother that man！〃
But Lucy remembered the vendor of photographs and said； 〃No；
don't be rude to him。〃 Then with a catching of her breath； she
murmured： 〃Mr。 Eager and Charlotte； dreadful frozen Charlotte。
How cruel she would be to a man like that！〃
〃Look at the lights going over the bridge。〃
〃But this room reminds me of Charlotte。 How horrible to grow old
in Charlotte's way！ To think that evening at the rectory that she
shouldn't have heard your father was in the house。 For she would
have stopped me going in； and he was the only person alive who
could have made me see sense。 You couldn't have made me。 When I
am very happy〃she kissed him〃I remember on how little it all
hangs。 If Charlotte had only known； she would have stopped me
going in； and I should have gone to silly Greece； and become
different for ever。〃
〃But she did know；〃 said George； 〃she did see my father； surely。
He said so。〃
〃Oh； no； she didn't see him。 She was upstairs with old Mrs。
Beebe； don't you remember； and then went straight to the church。
She said so。〃
George was obstinate again。 〃My father；〃 said he； 〃saw her； and I
prefer his word。 He was dozing by the study fire； and he opened
his eyes； and there was Miss Bartlett。 A few minutes before you
came in。 She was turning to go as he woke up。 He didn't speak to
her。〃
Then they spoke of other thingsthe desultory talk of those who
have been fighting to reach one another； and whose reward is to
rest quietly in each other's arms。 It was long ere they returned
to Miss Bartlett； but when they did her behaviour seemed more
interesting。 George； who disliked any darkness； said： 〃It's clear
that she knew。 Then； why did she risk the meeting？ She knew he
was there； and yet she went to church。〃
They tried to piece the thing together。
As they talked； an incredible solution came into Lucy's mind。 She
rejected it； and said： 〃How like Charlotte to undo her work by a
feeble muddle at the last moment。〃 But something in the dying
evening； in the roar of the river； in their very embrace warned
them that her words fell short of life； and George whispered： 〃Or
did she mean it？〃
〃Mean what？〃
〃Signorino； domani faremo uno giro〃
Lucy bent forward and said with gentleness： 〃Lascia； prego；
lascia。 Siamo sposati。〃
〃Scusi tanto； signora；〃 he replied in tones as gentle and
whipped up his horse。
〃Buona serae grazie。〃
〃Niente。〃
The cabman drove away singing。
〃Mean what； George？〃
He whispered： 〃Is it this？ Is this possible？ I'll put a marvel to
you。 That your cousin has always hoped。 That from the very first
moment we met； she hoped； far down in her mind； that we should be
like thisof course； very far down。 That she fought us on the
surface； and yet she hoped。 I can't explain her any other way。
Can you？ Look how she kept me alive in you all the summer； how
she gave you no peace； how month after month she became more
eccentric and unreliable。 The sight of us haunted heror she
couldn't have described us as she did to her friend。 There are
detailsit burnt。 I read the book afterwards。 She is not frozen；
Lucy； she is not withered up all through。 She tore us apart
twice； but in the rectory that evening she was given one more
chance to make us happy。 We can never make friends with her or
thank her。 But I do believe that； far down in her heart； far
below all speech and behaviour； she is glad。〃
〃It is impossible；〃 murmured Lucy； and then； remembering the
experiences of her own heart； she said： 〃Noit is just
possible。〃
Youth enwrapped them； the song of Phaethon announced passion
requited； love attained。 But they were conscious of a love more
mysterious than this。 The song died away； they heard the river；
bearing down the snows of winter into the Mediterranean。
End
