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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignorahad
pas
nobusinesstodoit,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessat
tout
all.
Shepromisedussouthrooms
avec
withaviewclosetogether,insteadof
laquelle
whichherearenorthrooms,
regardant
lookingintoacourtyard,anda
long
longwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
un
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
qui
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedby
la
theSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“It
pourrait
mightbeLondon.”
Shelookedatthe
deux
tworowsofEnglishpeople
qui
whoweresittingatthetable;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
et
andredbottlesofwine
qui
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
et
andthelatePoetLaureate
qui
thathungbehindtheEnglish
peuple
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.
Un
A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
seule
onlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
aussi
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardly
croire
believethatallkindsofotherthingsare
juste
justoutside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
veux
wantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwouldhavelooked
sur
overtheArno.
TheSignorahad
pas
nobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Mlle
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
difficile
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
une
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
me
me:
ofcourse,youmust
regarder
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
La
Thefirstvacantroomin
la
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshe
fait
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
non
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
mère
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
jamais
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesad
vérité
truthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
et
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Certains
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
et
andoneofthem—oneof
la
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoes
rencontre
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthetable
et
andactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
dit
said:.
“Ihaveaview,Ihave
une
aview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyatapension
gens
peoplelookedthemoverfora
jour
dayortwobeforespeaking,
et
andoftendidnotfindoutthattheywould“do”tilltheyhad
partis
gone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
même
evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanold
homme
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
visage
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
quelque chose
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,thoughitwasnot
la
thechildishnessofsenility.
What
exactement
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
arrêté
stoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probablement
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
avec
withthembeforetheygotinto
la
theswim.
Sosheassumed
une
adazedexpressionwhenhe
parlé
spoketoher,andthen
dit
said:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
dit
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
Hehas
une
aviewtoo.”
“Ah,”said
Mlle
MissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowas
sur
abouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
que
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,
et
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
meilleure
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
cela
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Mlle
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleas
possible
possible,andsaid“Thankyouvery
beaucoup
muchindeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
dit
saidtheoldman,with
deux
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
hors
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
voyez
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousin
nouveau
againrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
aiment
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Et
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
comme
likeanaughtychild,and
tourné
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
devraient
shouldhavetherooms,”saidthe
fils
son.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
regardé
lookattheladiesashe
parlé
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
et
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
mais
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatis
connu
knownas“quiteascene,”
et
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwhenever
ces
theseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
et
anddeepenedtillitdealt,not
avec
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
avec
withsomethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
avant
before.
Nowtheoldmanattacked
Mlle
MissBartlettalmostviolently:
Why
devrait
shouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjection
avoir
hadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
demi
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
visage
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
regarda
lookedaroundasmuchasto
dire
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Et
Andtwolittleoldladies,
qui
whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,
avec
withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
regardé
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
dîner
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
et
andbegantotoyagain
avec
withthemeatthatshehad
autrefois
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthat
ces
thoseseemedveryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
dîner
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
un
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
faire
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannounced
cette
thisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsattheendoftheroomparted,
et
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
mais
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
prendre
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
qui
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
devons
muststopnow,howeverbad
les
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
dit
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
que
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
Mlle
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
quand
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
très
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
qui
whohadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteasclearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Mais
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
et
andacceptedthechairinto
laquelle
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
voir
seeyou,”saidthegirl,
qui
whowasinastateofspiritualstarvation,
et
andwouldhavebeengladto
voir
seethewaiterifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancyhow
petit
smalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
aussi
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedto
dit
tellmeinthecourseofconversation
que
thatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
entendu
heardfrommothersolast
semaine
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
mais
butIwrotebackatonce,
et
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
dit
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummerStreet
prochain
nextJune.
Iamluckytobeappointedtosuch
un
acharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
Le
ThenameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
mère
motherandmegenerally,andmy
frère
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
Thechurchisrather
loin
faroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
laisse
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
mange
eatingit,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
parler
talktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,ratherthanto
Mlle
MissBartlett,whoprobablyrememberedhissermons.
He
demandé
askedthegirlwhethershe
connaissait
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedat
une certaine
somelengththatshehad
jamais
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadvise
un
anewcomer,andhewas
premier
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglect
la
thecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
premier
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
et
androundbySettignano,or
quelque chose
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
une
avoicefromthetopof
la
thetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
Le
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
doivent
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
dame
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Mlle
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Et
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburston
eux
them.
Peopletoldthemwhatto
voir
see,whentoseeit,howto
arrêter
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,howmuchto
donner
giveforavellumblotter,howmuchtheplace
allait
wouldgrowuponthem.
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
presque
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
feraient
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
et
andshoutedatthem.
Andabove
tout
allrosethevoiceof
la
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
doivent
mustgotoPrato.
That
endroit
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Iloveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
jeune
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedattheclever
dame
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
et
andhisfatherdidnot
ne
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
trouvé
foundtimetowishthey
fassent
did.
Itgavehernoextrapleasure
que
thatanyoneshouldbe
laissé
leftinthecold;
and
quand
whensherosetogo,sheturnedback
et
andgavethetwooutsiders
une
anervouslittlebow.
The
père
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
fils
sonacknowledgedit,notby
autre
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
et
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
quelque chose
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
déjà
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
un
oneintheface,andseemedheavy
avec
withmorethancloth.
Beyondthem
tenait
stoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
et
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
garçon
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fait
madeacuriouslittlescene,
cette
thisattemptoftheCockneytoconvey
la
thegraceandgenialityof
la
theSouth.
Andevenmorecuriouswas
le
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorival
le
thesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
vraiment
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
déjà
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
qui
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursof
un
atomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
et
andasshespoke,her
longue
longnarrowheaddrovebackwards
et
andforwards,slowly,regularly,as
si
thoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
disait
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
beaucoup
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
savez
knowthenameofanold
homme
manwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
dirai
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
très
veryslightly,andshesaid
plus
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
jeune
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
suis
wouldbeaseriousthing
si
ifIputherunderanobligationto
gens
peopleofwhomweknow
rien
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
IhopeIactedfor
le
thebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
dit
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
et
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
pense
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,of
sûr
course.
Butwecouldnotbe
sous
underanobligation.”
“Heisrather
un
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,andthen
dit
saidgently:
“Ithinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyouto
montriez
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
dire
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
Hehasroomshedoesnotvalue,
et
andhethinksyouwouldvalue
les
them.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligationthanhe
pensé
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
moins
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
comprendre
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
et
andsaid:
“Iwashopingthathewas
gentil
nice;
Idosoalwayshope
que
thatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
pense
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
presque
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
et
andso,Iexpect—Imay
dire
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Mais
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
avec
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
première
firstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
pas
notactandnomanners—Idon’tmeanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
veux
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
WenearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
mais
butIamgladto
dire
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeaccepted
le
theconvenientword,notwithout
une
aslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
fils
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
connais
knowGeorge,forhehasn’t
appris
learnttotalkyet.