A Room With a View by Edward Morgan Forster Chapter 16 Page 20

this is the last. My admirer will hardly trouble me again.”

And Miss Bartlett, too, essayed the roguish:

“Well, it isn't every one who could boast such a conquest, dearest, is it? Oh, one oughtn't to laugh, really. It might have been very serious. But you were so sensible and brave — so unlike the girls of my day.”

“Let's go down to them.”

But, once in the open air, she paused. Some emotion — pity, terror, love, but the emotion was strong — seized her, and she was aware of autumn. Summer was ending, and the evening brought her odours of decay, the more pathetic because they were reminiscent of spring. That something or other mattered intellectually? A leaf, violently