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A Room with a View | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

A Room with a View | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
had
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
zei
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
beloofde
promisedussouthroomswith
een
aviewclosetogether,insteadofwhich
hier
herearenorthrooms,lookinginto
een
acourtyard,andalong
weg
wayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
een
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
die
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’s
onverwachte
unexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
keek
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeople
die
whoweresittingatthe
tafel
table;
attherowof
witte
whitebottlesofwaterand
rode
redbottlesofwinethat
liepen
ranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelate
Koningin
QueenandthelatePoetLaureate
die
thathungbehindtheEnglish
volk
people,heavilyframed;
atthe
kennisgeving
noticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
dat
thatwastheonlyother
decoratie
decorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyou
voel
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
kan
canhardlybelievethatallkindsof
andere
otherthingsarejustoutside.
I
veronderstel
supposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
vlees
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
zei
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
vork
fork.
“Iwantsoto
zien
seetheArno.
Therooms
de
theSignorapromisedusinher
brief
letterwouldhavelookedover
de
theArno.
TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoes
lijkt
seemhardthatyoushouldn’t
hebben
haveaview.”
Lucyfelt
dat
thatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’t
verwennen
spoilme:
ofcourse,you
moet
mustlookovertheArno,too.
Imeant
dat
that.
Thefirstvacantroomin
de
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
zei
saidMissBartlett,partof
wiens
whosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—a
stuk
pieceofgenerositytowhichshemade
veel
manyatactfulallusion.
“No,
nee
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
moeder
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“She
zou
wouldneverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—if
de
thesadtruthbeowned—a
beetje
littlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
en
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Sommige
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
en
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
mensen
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leant
naar voren
forwardoverthetableand
daadwerkelijk
actuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
zei
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
heb
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Algemeen
Generallyatapensionpeople
keken
lookedthemoverfora
dag
dayortwobeforespeaking,
en
andoftendidnotfindout
dat
thattheywould“do”tilltheyhadgone.
She
wist
knewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
zelfs
evenbeforesheglancedat
hem
him.
Hewasanold
man
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
gezicht
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
iets
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
precies
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
stopte
stoptoconsider,forher
blik
glancepassedontohis
kleren
clothes.
Thesedidnotattract
haar
her.
Hewasprobablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
voordat
beforetheygotintothe
zwemmen
swim.
Sosheassumedadazed
uitdrukking
expressionwhenhespoketo
haar
her,andthensaid:
“A
uitzicht
view?
Oh,aview!
Howdelightful
een
aviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
zei
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
heeft
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
zei
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
die
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
dat
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,
en
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
De
Thebetterclassoftouristwas
geschokt
shockedatthis,andsympathized
met
withthenew-comers.
MissBartlett,in
antwoord
reply,openedhermouthas
weinig
littleaspossible,andsaid“Thankyou
erg
verymuchindeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
zei
saidtheoldman,withbothfistson
de
thetable.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthequestion,
dank
thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’tliketotake—”
begon
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
haar
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlike
kijken
lookingataview;
mendon’t.”
En
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
als
likeanaughtychild,and
draaide
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,
overtuigen
persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
moeten
shouldhavetherooms,”said
de
theson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
keek
lookattheladiesashe
sprak
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
en
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
maar
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
en
andshehadanodd
gevoel
feelingthatwhenevertheseill-bredtourists
spraken
spokethecontestwidenedanddeepenedtillitdealt,not
met
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
met
withsomethingquitedifferent,whose
bestaan
existenceshehadnotrealizedbefore.
Nu
NowtheoldmanattackedMissBartlett
bijna
almostviolently:
Whyshouldshenot
veranderen
change?
Whatpossibleobjectionhad
ze
she?
Theywouldclearoutin
half
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesof
gesprek
conversation,waspowerlessinthe
aanwezigheid
presenceofbrutality.
Itwas
onmogelijk
impossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
gezicht
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
keek
lookedaroundasmuchasto
zeggen
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
En
Andtwolittleoldladies,
die
whoweresittingfurtherup
de
thetable,withshawlshanging
over
overthebacksofthechairs,
keken
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
diner
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
en
andbegantotoyagain
met
withthemeatthatshe
had
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthose
leken
seemedveryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
diner
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
een
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
maken
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannounced
dit
thisfelldecisionwhenshereversed
het
it.
Thecurtainsatthe
einde
endoftheroomparted,
en
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
maar
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
nemen
takehisplaceatthe
tafel
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
die
whohadnotyetacquired
fatsoen
decency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,howperfectly
heerlijk
lovely!
Oh,Charlotte,wemust
stoppen
stopnow,howeverbadtherooms
zijn
are.
Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,
met
withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
dat
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
MissBartlett
en
andMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
toen
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
zeer
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
die
whohadtheairofoneona
vakantie
holiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteas
duidelijk
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Maar
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
genoeg
enoughandacceptedthechairinto
waarin
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
blij
gladtoseeyou,”saidthe
meisje
girl,whowasina
staat
stateofspiritualstarvation,and
zou
wouldhavebeengladto
zien
seethewaiterifher
neef
cousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
hoe
howsmalltheworldis.
Summer
Street
Street,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
parochie
parishofSummerStreet,”saidMissBartlett,
vullen
fillingupthegap,“andshe
gebeurde
happenedtotellmeinthecourseof
gesprek
conversationthatyouhavejust
geaccepteerd
acceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
hoorde
heardfrommothersolast
week
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
maar
butIwrotebackatonce,
en
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
zei
saidtheclergyman.
“Imoveinto
de
theRectoryatSummerStreet
volgende
nextJune.
Iamluckytobe
aangesteld
appointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,how
blij
gladIam!
Thenameofour
huis
houseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebe
boog
bowed.
“Thereismotherandme
algemeen
generally,andmybrother,thoughit’snot
vaak
oftenwegethimtoch——
De
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
laat
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
eet
eatingit,thankyou,and
geniet
enjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
sprak
talktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,
liever
ratherthantoMissBartlett,
die
whoprobablyrememberedhissermons.
He
vroeg
askedthegirlwhethershe
kende
knewFlorencewell,andwas
geïnformeerd
informedatsomelengththatshehadneverbeen
er
therebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
adviseren
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
eerste
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglect
het
thecountryround,”hisadvice
concludeerde
concluded.
“Thefirstfineafternoon
rijden
driveuptoFiesole,and
rond
roundbySettignano,orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
een
avoicefromthetopof
de
thetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youare
mis
wrong.
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
moeten
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
dame
ladylookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
En
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
informatie
informationburstonthem.
People
vertelden
toldthemwhattosee,
wanneer
whentoseeit,howto
stoppen
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,
hoe
howmuchtogivefor
een
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
plaats
placewouldgrowuponthem.
Het
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
bijna
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
doen
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,
vriendelijke
kindladiessmiledandshoutedatthem.
En
Andaboveallrosethe
stem
voiceofthecleverlady,
huilend
crying:
“Prato!
TheymustgotoPrato.
Die
Thatplaceistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
hou
loveit;
Irevelin
schudden
shakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
De
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedat
de
thecleverlady,andthen
keerde
returnedmoodilytohisplate.
Duidelijk
Obviouslyheandhisfather
deden
didnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofher
succes
success,foundtimetowishthey
deden
did.
Itgaveherno
extra
extrapleasurethatanyoneshouldbeleftinthe
kou
cold;
andwhensheroseto
gaan
go,sheturnedbackand
gaf
gavethetwooutsidersanervous
kleine
littlebow.
Thefatherdidnot
zag
seeit;
thesonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,
maar
butbyraisinghiseyebrows
en
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
glimlachen
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastenedafterher
neef
cousin,whohadalreadydisappeared
door
throughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
een
oneintheface,and
leek
seemedheavywithmorethan
doek
cloth.
BeyondthemstoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
en
andsupportedby’Enery,her
kleine
littleboy,andVictorier,her
dochter
daughter.
Itmadeacurious
kleine
littlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneyto
brengen
conveythegraceandgenialityofthe
Zuiden
South.
Andevenmorecuriouswas
de
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorival
de
thesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Was
dit
thisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
al
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
die
whichhadthecolourand
de
thecontoursofatomato.
Shewas
sprak
talkingtoMr.Beebe,andasshe
sprak
spoke,herlongnarrowheaddrovebackwards
en
andforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughshewere
slopen
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
zei
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
veel
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
een
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
uit
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
weet
knowthenameofan
oude
oldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
een
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—as
men
oneisinpensions.”
“ThenI
zal
willsaynomore.”
He
drukte
pressedherveryslightly,andshe
zei
saidmore.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
concludeerde
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
jonge
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
zou
wouldbeaseriousthingifIputher
onder
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomwe
weten
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
hoop
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
heel
verynaturally,”saidhe.
He
leek
seemedthoughtful,andaftera
paar
fewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
denk
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
kwaad
harm,ofcourse.
Butwe
kunnen
couldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heis
nogal
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
aarzelde
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
denk
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
acceptatie
acceptance,norexpectyouto
toont
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
zeggen
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
heeft
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
en
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
ze
them.
Henomorethoughtof
zetten
puttingyouunderanobligation
dan
thanhethoughtofbeing
beleefd
polite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,I
vind
finditdifficult—tounderstandpeople
die
whospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
en
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
dat
thathewasnice;
Idoso
altijd
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
denk
thinkheis;
niceand
vervelend
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
bijna
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
en
andso,Iexpect—Imay
zeggen
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Maar
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswithratherthandeplores.
Toen
Whenhefirstcameherehenotunnaturally
zette
putpeople’sbacksup.
He
heeft
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’t
bedoel
meanbythatthathe
heeft
hasbadmanners—andhewillnot
houden
keephisopinionstohimself.
We
bijna
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
maar
butIamgladto
zeggen
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
zei
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
een
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedthe
handige
convenientword,notwithouta
lichte
slighttwitchingofthelips.
“And
vermoedelijk
presumablyhehasbroughtuphis
zoon
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“I
nauwelijks
hardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
geleerd
learnttotalkyet.