He glanced at the curtains dismally.

“Well, I like him,” said Mrs. Honeychurch. “I know his mother; he's good, he's clever, he's rich, he's well connected — Oh, you needn't kick the piano! He's well connected — I'll say it again if you like: he's well connected.” She paused, as if rehearsing her eulogy, but her face remained dissatisfied. She added: “And he has beautiful manners.”

“I liked him till just now. I suppose it's having him spoiling Lucy's first week at home; and it's also something that Mr. Beebe said, not knowing.”

“Mr. Beebe?” said his mother, trying to conceal her interest. “I don't see how Mr. Beebe comes in.”

“You