A Room With a View by Edward Morgan Forster Chapter 5 Page 28

“It is indeed,” replied the girl, with a gravity that sounded sympathetic.

“What do you think about it?” asked Miss Bartlett, flushed from the struggle, and buttoning up her dress.

“I don't know what I think, nor what I want.”

“Oh, dear, Lucy! I do hope Florence isn't boring you. Speak the word, and, as you know, I would take you to the ends of the earth to-morrow.”

“Thank you, Charlotte,” said Lucy, and pondered over the offer.

There were letters for her at the bureau — one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only her mother's letters could be. She had read in it of the