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A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening French A1-B2 Books

A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening French A1-B2 Books

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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
whoweresittingatthe
table
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
et
andredbottlesofwine
qui
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelate
Reine
QueenandthelatePoetLaureate
qui
thathungbehindtheEnglish
peuple
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.
Un
A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
seule
onlyotherdecorationofthe
mur
wall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
aussi
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardly
croire
believethatallkindsofotherthingsare
juste
justoutside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
viande
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
fourchette
fork.
“Iwantsoto
voir
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinher
lettre
letterwouldhavelookedovertheArno.
TheSignorahad
pas
nobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Mlle
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoes
semble
seemhardthatyoushouldn’t
avoir
haveaview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeen
égoïste
selfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
me
me:
ofcourse,youmust
regarder
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
La
Thefirstvacantroomin
la
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,partofwhose
voyage
travellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—a
morceau
pieceofgenerositytowhichshe
fait
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
non
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
mère
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
jamais
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthe
triste
sadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
et
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Certains
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
et
andoneofthem—oneof
la
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoes
rencontre
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthe
table
tableandactuallyintrudedintotheir
dispute
argument.
Hesaid:.
“Ihave
une
aview,Ihaveaview.”
Mlle
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyata
pension
pensionpeoplelookedthemoverfora
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,forher
regard
glancepassedontohis
vêtements
clothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probablement
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
avec
withthembeforetheygotinto
la
theswim.
Sosheassumed
une
adazedexpressionwhenhe
parlé
spoketoher,andthen
dit
said:
“Aview?
Oh,a
vue
view!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
dit
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
Hehas
une
aviewtoo.”
“Ah,”said
Mlle
MissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowas
sur
abouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”he
poursuivi
continued,“isthatyoucan
avoir
haveourrooms,andwe’ll
avoir
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
meilleure
betterclassoftouristwas
choqué
shockedatthis,andsympathized
avec
withthenew-comers.
MissBartlett,in
réponse
reply,openedhermouthaslittleas
possible
possible,andsaid“Thankyouvery
beaucoup
muchindeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
dit
saidtheoldman,with
deux
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
hors
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
voyez
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
commencé
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
son
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
aiment
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Et
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
comme
likeanaughtychild,and
tourné
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,
persuade
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,whoseexistenceshehadnot
réalisé
realizedbefore.
Nowtheold
homme
manattackedMissBartlettalmost
violemment
violently:
Whyshouldshenot
changer
change?
Whatpossibleobjectionhad
elle
she?
Theywouldclearoutin
demi
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,though
habile
skilledinthedelicaciesof
conversation
conversation,waspowerlessinthe
présence
presenceofbrutality.
Itwas
impossible
impossibletosnubanyoneso
dégoûtant
gross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
regarda
lookedaroundasmuchasto
dire
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Et
Andtwolittleoldladies,
qui
whoweresittingfurtherupthe
table
table,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.”
Hardlyhadshe
annoncé
announcedthisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsattheendoftheroomparted,
et
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
mais
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
prendre
takehisplaceatthe
table
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
qui
whohadnotyetacquired
décence
decency,atoncerosetoher
pieds
feet,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
whohadtheairofoneona
vacances
holiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteas
clairement
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Mais
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
et
andacceptedthechairinto
laquelle
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
voir
seeyou,”saidthegirl,
qui
whowasinastateof
spirituelle
spiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeengladto
voir
seethewaiterifher
cousin
cousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancyhow
petit
smalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
aussi
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
paroisse
parishofSummerStreet,”said
Mlle
MissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedto
dit
tellmeinthecourseof
conversation
conversationthatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
entendu
heardfrommothersolast
semaine
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
mais
butIwrotebackatonce,
et
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
dit
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummerStreet
prochain
nextJune.
Iamluckytobe
nommé
appointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
Le
ThenameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebe
incliné
bowed.
“Thereismotherandme
en général
generally,andmybrother,thoughit’snot
souvent
oftenwegethimtoch——
Thechurchis
plutôt
ratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
laisse
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
mange
eatingit,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
He
préférait
preferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,
plutôt
ratherthantoMissBartlett,
qui
whoprobablyrememberedhissermons.
He
demandé
askedthegirlwhethershe
connaissait
knewFlorencewell,andwas
informé
informedatsomelengththatshehad
jamais
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
conseiller
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
premier
firstinthefield.
“Don’t
négligez
neglectthecountryround,”hisadvice
conclut
concluded.
“ThefirstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
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,aperfecttorrentofinformation
éclaté
burstonthem.
Peopletoldthemwhatto
voir
see,whentoseeit,howto
arrêter
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,howmuchto
donner
giveforavellumblotter,howmuchtheplace
allait
wouldgrowuponthem.
The
Pension
PensionBertolinihaddecided,almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
feraient
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
et
andshoutedatthem.
And
au-dessus
aboveallrosethevoiceof
la
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
doivent
mustgotoPrato.
That
endroit
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Iloveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
jeune
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedattheclever
dame
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohis
assiette
plate.
Obviouslyheandhis
père
fatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,in
le
themidstofhersuccess,
trouvé
foundtimetowishthey
fassent
did.
Itgavehernoextra
plaisir
pleasurethatanyoneshouldbe
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.
Shehastenedafterher
cousin
cousin,whohadalreadydisappeared
travers
throughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
un
oneintheface,and
semblait
seemedheavywithmorethan
tissu
cloth.
Beyondthemstoodthe
fiable
unreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
et
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
garçon
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fait
madeacuriouslittlescene,
cette
thisattemptoftheCockneyto
transmettre
conveythegraceandgenialityof
la
theSouth.
Andevenmore
curieux
curiouswasthedrawing-room,which
tenté
attemptedtorivalthesolid
confort
comfortofaBloomsburyboarding-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
thoughsheweredemolishingsome
invisible
invisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
disait
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
beaucoup
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
exprimé
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
savez
knowthenameofanold
homme
manwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
dirai
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
très
veryslightly,andshesaid
plus
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
conclut
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
jeune
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
suis
wouldbeaseriousthing
si
ifIputherunderan
obligation
obligationtopeopleofwhomwe
savons
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
IhopeI
agi
actedforthebest.”
“You
agi
actedverynaturally,”saidhe.
He
semblait
seemedthoughtful,andaftera
quelques
fewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
pense
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
mal
harm,ofcourse.
Butwe
pouvions
couldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heis
plutôt
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
hésita
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
pense
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
acceptation
acceptance,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;
niceand
ennuyeux
tiresome.
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.
Wenearly
plaindre
complainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
mais
butIamgladto
dire
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dit
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeaccepted
le
theconvenientword,notwithout
une
aslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
fils
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“I
à peine
hardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
appris
learnttotalkyet.