A Room with a View Page #5

The steel knives that might attract

the current are in the other carriage.

What is to be done?

How do you propose to silence him?

- The driver?

- My dear girl, no. Mr. George Emerson.

I don't wish to be uncharitable,

but I know he will talk.

He will not. He never talks.

One's lucky to get

as much as a "yes" or "no" out of him.

Unfortunately, I have met the type before.

They seldom keep their exploits to themselves.

Exploits?

Very well. I'll speak to him.

Oh, no, my dear Lucy.

I think it is for me to do that.

He should have been here

at least an hour ago.

Don't stand there, dear.

You will be seen from the outside.

The moment he comes, I shall face him.

No, my dear, you will do no such thing.

My poor dear girl, you are so young!

You've always lived among such nice people.

You cannot realize what men can be.

This afternoon, if I had not arrived,

what would have happened?

- I can't think.

- Answer me, Lucia.

What would have happened had I not appeared?

You did appear!

Oh, I have vexed you at every turn.

It's true.

I am too old for you. And too dull.

It will be a push to catch the morning train.

I have failed in my duty to your mother.

She will never forgive me when you tell her.

Come away from the window!

She will certainly blame me

when she hears of it.

Certainly.

And deservedly.

- Why need Mother hear of it?

- Well, you tell her everything. Don't you?

I suppose I do, generally.

There's such a beautiful confidence

between you.

One would hate to break it.

And, as I've said before, I am to blame.

I wouldn't want Mother to think so.

She will think so... if you tell her.

I shall never speak of it to Mother or anyone.

We'll both be as silent as the grave.

You'd better get to bed, dear.

We have to make an early start.

But, of course, we have not had a full week.

I reserved them for a week

like you wrote you wanted.

Yes, but we've only had half a week,

so I calculate we owe you half the price.

I'm the loser.

I could have let them rooms five times over.

Buonasera. Grazie.

Lucy! We must get packed immediately!

I wish to have a word with you,

Mr. Emerson, in the drawing room, please.

- You shouldn't peep.

- Cecil asked my permission,

but he can't manage without me.

- Nor me.

- You?

- He asked my permission also.

- Whatever did you say?

- I said no.

- What?!

It's the way he put it - wouldn't it be

a splendid thing for Lucy if he married her?

Wasn't I off my head with joy?

So I said no, I wasn't.

Ridiculous child. You think you're so holy

and truthful, but it's just conceit.

Look out!

I promessi sposel

- She has accepted me.

- I'm so glad.

Dear Cecil, what joy!

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