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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Danish A1-B2 Learners

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
havde
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
sagde
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
lovede
promisedussouthroomswith
en
aviewclosetogether,insteadof
hvilke
whichherearenorthrooms,
ser
lookingintoacourtyard,and
en
alongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
en
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
der
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpected
accent
accent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
kiggede
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeople
der
whoweresittingatthe
bordet
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
og
andredbottlesofwine
der
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthe
afdøde
lateQueenandthelate
Digter
PoetLaureatethathungbehindtheEnglish
folk
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeof
den
theEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
eneste
onlyotherdecorationofthe
væggen
wall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
også
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
kan
canhardlybelievethatallkindsof
andre
otherthingsarejustoutside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
kød
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
sagde
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
gaffel
fork.
“Iwantsoto
se
seetheArno.
Therooms
de
theSignorapromisedusinher
brev
letterwouldhavelookedover
de
theArno.
TheSignorahad
ikke
nobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itis
en
ashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”MissBartlett
fortsatte
continued;
“butitdoesseem
svært
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
en
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshe
havde
hadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’t
forkæle
spoilme:
ofcourse,you
skal
mustlookovertheArno,
også
too.
Imeantthat.
The
første
firstvacantroominthefront—”
“You
må
musthaveit,”saidMissBartlett,partof
hvis
whosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—a
stykke
pieceofgenerositytowhichshe
gjorde
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,no.You
må
musthaveit.”
“Iinsiston
det
it.
Yourmotherwouldnever
tilgive
forgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
aldrig
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesadtruthbeowned—a
lidt
littlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
og
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Nogle
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
og
andoneofthem—oneof
de
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoes
møder
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthe
bordet
tableandactuallyintrudedintotheir
skænderi
argument.
Hesaid:.
“Ihave
en
aview,Ihaveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generelt
Generallyatapensionpeople
kiggede
lookedthemoverfora
dag
dayortwobeforespeaking,
og
andoftendidnotfind
ud
outthattheywould“do”tilltheyhadgone.
She
vidste
knewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
selv
evenbeforesheglancedat
ham
him.
Hewasanold
mand
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
ansigt
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
noget
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
selv
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
præcis
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
stoppe
stoptoconsider,forher
blik
glancepassedontohis
tøj
clothes.
Thesedidnotattract
hende
her.
Hewasprobablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
før
beforetheygotintothe
svømmetur
swim.
Sosheassumedadazed
udtryk
expressionwhenhespoketo
hende
her,andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,
en
aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
sagde
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
har
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
sagde
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
der
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”he
fortsatte
continued,“isthatyoucanhaveourrooms,
og
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
bedre
betterclassoftouristwas
chokeret
shockedatthis,andsympathized
med
withthenew-comers.
MissBartlett,in
svar
reply,openedhermouthas
lidt
littleaspossible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatisoutof
det
thequestion.”
“Why?”
saidthe
gamle
oldman,withbothfistson
den
thetable.
“Becauseitis
helt
quiteoutofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
ser
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
begyndte
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
lide
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Og
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
som
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohis
søn
son,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’sso
indlysende
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
sagde
saidtheson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
kiggede
lookattheladiesashe
talte
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
og
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
men
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatis
kendt
knownas“quiteascene,”
og
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwhenevertheseill-bredtourists
talte
spokethecontestwidenedanddeepenedtillitdealt,not
med
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
med
withsomethingquitedifferent,whose
eksistens
existenceshehadnotrealized
før
before.
Nowtheoldman
angreb
attackedMissBartlettalmostviolently:
Hvorfor
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossible
indvending
objectionhadshe?
Theywould
rydde
clearoutinhalfan
time
hour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledin
de
thedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessin
de
thepresenceofbrutality.
Itwas
umuligt
impossibletosnubanyoneso
grov
gross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
Shelooked
omkring
aroundasmuchasto
sige
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Og
Andtwolittleoldladies,
der
whoweresittingfurtherupthe
bordet
table,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
kiggede
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
aftensmad
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
og
andbegantotoyagain
med
withthemeatthatshe
havde
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbled
at
thatthoseseemedveryodd
mennesker
peopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,dear.
Denne
Thispensionisafailure.
To-morrowwe
vil
willmakeachange.”
Hardly
havde
hadsheannouncedthisfell
beslutning
decisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
enden
endoftheroomparted,
og
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
men
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
tage
takehisplaceatthe
bordet
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
der
whohadnotyetacquired
anstændighed
decency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
hvor
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
må
muststopnow,howeverbadtheroomsare.
Oh!”
Miss
MissBartlettsaid,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
I
forventer
expectthatyouhaveforgotten
os
us:
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
da
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
meget
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,who
havde
hadtheairofoneona
ferie
holiday,didnotremembertheladies
helt
quiteasclearlyasthey
huskede
rememberedhim.
Buthecame
frem
forwardpleasantlyenoughandacceptedthechairinto
som
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
glad
gladtoseeyou,”saidthegirl,
der
whowasinastateof
åndelig
spiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeen
glad
gladtoseethewaiter
hvis
ifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
hvor
howsmalltheworldis.
Summer
Street
Street,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesin
de
theparishofSummerStreet,”
sagde
saidMissBartlett,fillingup
de
thegap,“andshehappenedto
fortælle
tellmeinthecourseofconversationthatyou
har
havejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
hørte
heardfrommothersolast
uge
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
men
butIwrotebackatonce,
og
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
sagde
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Street
StreetnextJune.
Iam
heldig
luckytobeappointedtosuch
et
acharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,how
glad
gladIam!
Thenameofour
hus
houseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebe
bøjede
bowed.
“Thereismotherandme
generelt
generally,andmybrother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
får
gethimtoch——
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
lad
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
spiser
eatingit,thankyou,and
nyder
enjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
tale
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
huskede
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,
der
whoprobablyrememberedhissermons.
He
spurgte
askedthegirlwhethershe
kendte
knewFlorencewell,andwas
informeret
informedatsomelengththatshe
havde
hadneverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
rådgive
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
første
firstinthefield.
“Don’t
forsømme
neglectthecountryround,”his
råd
adviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfine
eftermiddag
afternoondriveuptoFiesole,
og
androundbySettignano,or
noget
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
en
avoicefromthetopofthe
bordet
table.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
Den
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
skal
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
dame
ladylookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttoher
fætter
cousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Og
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
information
informationburstonthem.
People
fortalte
toldthemwhattosee,whento
se
seeit,howtostopthe
elektriske
electrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,how
meget
muchtogiveforavellumblotter,how
meget
muchtheplacewouldgrowupon
dem
them.
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
næsten
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
gøre
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladies
smilede
smiledandshoutedatthem.
Og
Andaboveallrosethevoiceof
den
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
må
mustgotoPrato.
That
sted
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
elsker
loveit;
Irevelin
ryste
shakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
Den
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedat
den
thecleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohis
tallerken
plate.
Obviouslyheandhis
far
fatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofher
succes
success,foundtimetowishthey
gjorde
did.
Itgaveherno
ekstra
extrapleasurethatanyone
skulle
shouldbeleftinthe
kulden
cold;
andwhensheroseto
gå
go,sheturnedbackand
gav
gavethetwooutsidersa
nervøs
nervouslittlebow.
Thefatherdidnot
så
seeit;
thesonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,
men
butbyraisinghiseyebrows
og
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
smile
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastened
efter
afterhercousin,whohad
allerede
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
en
oneintheface,andseemed
tung
heavywithmorethancloth.
Beyondthem
stod
stoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
og
andsupportedby’Enery,her
lille
littleboy,andVictorier,her
datter
daughter.
Itmadeacurious
lille
littlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneyto
formidle
conveythegraceandgenialityoftheSouth.
Og
Andevenmorecuriouswas
den
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorival
den
thesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
virkelig
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
allerede
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
som
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursof
en
atomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
og
andasshespoke,herlong
smalle
narrowheaddrovebackwardsandforwards,
langsomt
slowly,regularly,asthoughshewere
nedrive
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
sagde
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
meget
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
en
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
udtrykte
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,know
den
thenameofanold
mand
manwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
en
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—as
man
oneisinpensions.”
“ThenI
vil
willsaynomore.”
Hepressedher
meget
veryslightly,andshesaid
mere
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
konkluderede
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
unge
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
ville
wouldbeaseriousthing
hvis
ifIputherunderan
forpligtelse
obligationtopeopleofwhomwe
ved
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhat
uheldig
unfortunate.
IhopeIactedfor
den
thebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
sagde
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
og
andafterafewmoments
tilføjet
added:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
tror
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
skade
harm,ofcourse.
Butwe
kunne
couldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heis
temmelig
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
tøvede
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
tror
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
accept
acceptance,norexpectyouto
vise
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
sige
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
har
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
og
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
dem
them.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligation
end
thanhethoughtofbeing
høflig
polite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,I
finder
finditdifficult—tounderstandpeople
der
whospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
og
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
at
thathewasnice;
Idoso
altid
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
tror
thinkheis;
niceand
trættende
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
næsten
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
og
andso,Iexpect—Imay
sige
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Men
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
med
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
først
firstcameherehenotunnaturally
satte
putpeople’sbacksup.
He
har
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’t
mener
meanbythatthathe
har
hasbadmanners—andhewillnot
holde
keephisopinionstohimself.
We
næsten
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoour
deprimerende
depressingSignora,butIam
glad
gladtosaywethought
bedre
betterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
sagde
saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebe
accepterede
acceptedtheconvenientword,not
uden
withoutaslighttwitchingof
det
thelips.
“Andpresumablyhe
har
hasbroughtuphissontobeaSocialist,too?”
“I
næppe
hardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
lært
learnttotalkyet.