A Room with a View Page #6

- Well, welcome as one of the family.

- Thank you.

- Mother?

- Lucy.

Freddy!

- Mr. Beebe.

- Thank you, Mary.

Hello, Mr. Vyse, I've come for tea.

Do you suppose I shall get it?

Food is the one thing one does get here.

- What an extraordinary thing!

- One of Freddy's bones.

He's terrible. A most unpromising youth.

So unlike his sister.

You think his sister is promising?

I have a pet theory about Miss Honeychurch.

Is it not odd that she should play Beethoven

with such passion and live so quietly?

I suspect that one day...

...music and life will mingle.

Then she will be wonderful in both.

I trust that day is at hand.

She has just promised to marry me.

I'm sorry if I've given you a shock.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'd no idea you were so intimate with her.

You should have stopped me.

Shall we join the others?

Congratulations.

Blessings. Your vicar's benediction.

I want you to be supremely happy.

And supremely good,

both as man and wife, mother and father.

And now I want my tea.

Just in time. How dare you be so serious!

- Summer Street will never be the same.

- It's too small for anyone like ourselves.

It might attract the wrong type.

The trains have improved so.

Fatal. What are five miles

from the station these days?

Sir Harry, how about spinsters as tenants?

Most certainly!

That is, if they are gentlewomen.

Indeed they are. Miss Teresa

and Miss Catharine Alan. I met them in Italy.

Sir Harry, beware of these gentlewomen.

Only let to a man.

Provided, of course, he's clean.

You'd love the Miss Alans.

I don't think I'd like anyone at that pensione.

Wasn't there a lady novelist

and a free-thinking father and son?

I have no profession.

My attitude - quite indefensible -

is that, if I trouble no one, I may do as I like.

It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.

You're very fortunate.

Leisure is a wonderful opportunity.

Don't slouch, Lucy. Go and talk

to Mrs. Pool. Ask her about her leg.

Would Cecil and I be missed

if we went for a walk?

I think it would be all right.

Don't get your frock muddied.

It's disgusting the way an engagement

is regarded as public property.

All those old women smirking.

One has to go through it.

They won't notice us much next time.

But their whole attitude is wrong.

An engagement -

horrid word in the first place -

is a private matter

and should be regarded as such.

Oh.

- There's your philosophizing parson.

- Don't you like Mr. Beebe?

I never said so.

I consider him far above the average.

Mr. Beebe, I've had a wonderful idea.

I'm going to write to our Miss Alans

and ask them to take Sir Harry's villa.

Sir Harry deserves a tenant

as vulgar as himself.

Oh, Mr. Vyse, he's really very nice.

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