A Room with a View Page #3

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!

- 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.

Gentlewomen! Yuck!

Acting the little god down here

with his patronage

and his sham aesthetics,

and everyone is taken in.

I'll write to them,

and if you'd also send a word?

Certainly. A highly suitable

addition to our little community.

Goodness, how cross you are!

It was that miserable tea party

and all those dreadful people.

And not being alone with you.

Hmm.

Italy and London are the places

where I feel I truly belong.

I am something of an Inglese Italianato.

E un diavolo incarnato.

You know the proverb?

I somehow think you feel

more at home with me in a room.

Never in the real country like this.

I think you're right. When I do think of you,

it is always in a room.

This is the Sacred Lake.

Very picturesque, but hardly a lake.

More of a puddle.

Freddy loves to bathe here.

He's very fond of it.

And you?

I used to bathe here, too.

Until I was found out.

- Lucy.

- Hmm?

Yes, I suppose we ought to be going.

I want to ask you something

that I have never asked before.

What, Cecil?

Yes?

I have never kissed you.

No. You haven't.

May I now?

Well, of course you may, Cecil.

You might before. I can't run at you.

I'm sorry.

Mother's right. Those people

Charlotte and I met at the pensione,

they were all rather extraordinary.

has a villa in Summer Street

for which he needs a tenant.

- I immediately thought of you.

- "The house has the added attraction

"that it stands exactly across the road

from the Reverend Beebe's church.

"I told him of my plan to lure you hither,

and he is in complete agreement

"and says he is writing today to urge you

to consider our little corner of Surrey.

"Yours sincerely, Lucy Honeychurch." There.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Oh, dear.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight. See you Friday.

- That will be all, Rose. Thank you.

- Thank you, madam.

Goodnight, Rose.

Make Lucy one of us.

Lucy's becoming wonderful.

Her music always was wonderful.

But she's purging off that Honeychurch taint.

You know what I mean.

Not quoting the servants

or asking how the pudding is made.

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