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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for German A1 Learners

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for German A1 Learners

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignorahad
kein
nobusinesstodoit,”saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
versprach
promisedussouthroomswith
eine
aviewclosetogether,insteadofwhich
hier
herearenorthrooms,lookinginto
eine
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
ein
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“It
könnte
mightbeLondon.”
Shelookedat
die
thetworowsofEnglishpeoplewhoweresittingat
die
thetable;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
und
andredbottlesofwinethatran
zwischen
betweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
und
andthelatePoetLaureatethathung
hinter
behindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
at
der
thenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.
Ein
A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
einzige
onlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyou
gefühl
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
kann
canhardlybelievethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
draußen
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“Iwantsoto
sehen
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
versprochen
promisedusinherletterwouldhavelooked
über
overtheArno.
TheSignorahadnobusinessto
tun
doitatall.
Oh,itis
eine
ashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
schwer
hardthatyoushouldn’thaveaview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
mich
me:
ofcourse,youmust
schauen
lookovertheArno,too.
I
gemeint
meantthat.
Thefirstvacant
zimmer
roominthefront—”
“You
müssen
musthaveit,”saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshemade
viele
manyatactfulallusion.
“No,
nein
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
mutter
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“She
würde
wouldneverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesad
wahrheit
truthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
und
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Einige
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
und
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
leute
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leantforward
über
overthetableandactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
Hesaid:.
“Ihave
eine
aview,Ihaveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyat
ein
apensionpeoplelookedthemoverfor
ein
adayortwobeforespeaking,
und
andoftendidnotfindout
dass
thattheywould“do”tilltheyhad
gegangen
gone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,even
bevor
beforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanold
mann
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
gesicht
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
etwas
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
obwohl
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
genau
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotstoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
wahrscheinlich
probablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
bevor
beforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumedadazedexpression
als
whenhespoketoher,
und
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,
eine
aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”saidtheold
mann
man;
“hisname’sGeorge.
Hehas
eine
aviewtoo.”
“Ah,”saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowasaboutto
sprechen
speak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
dass
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,
und
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
Thebetter
klasse
classoftouristwasshockedatthis,
und
andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
MissBartlett,inreply,
öffnete
openedhermouthaslittleaspossible,
und
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatisoutof
das
thequestion.”
“Why?”
saidtheold
mann
man,withbothfistson
der
thetable.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthe
frage
question,thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
ihr
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlikelookingat
eine
aview;
mendon’t.”
Andhethumpedwithhisfistslike
ein
anaughtychild,andturnedtohis
sohn
son,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobvioustheyshould
haben
havetherooms,”saidthe
sohn
son.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnotlookat
die
theladiesashespoke,
aber
buthisvoicewasperplexed
und
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
butshe
sah
sawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
und
andshehadanoddfeeling
dass
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
und
anddeepenedtillitdealt,notwithrooms
und
andviews,butwith—well,with
etwas
somethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealizedbefore.
Jetzt
NowtheoldmanattackedMissBartlett
fast
almostviolently:
Whyshouldshenot
ändern
change?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
They
würden
wouldclearoutinhalfan
stunde
hour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledin
den
thedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessin
den
thepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
gesicht
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
Shelookedaroundasmuchasto
sagen
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Und
Andtwolittleoldladies,whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,withshawlshanging
über
overthebacksofthechairs,looked
zurück
back,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
abendessen
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
und
andbegantotoyagainwith
das
themeatthatshehad
einst
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthoseseemed
sehr
veryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
abendessen
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
ein
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
machen
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannounced
diese
thisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
ende
endoftheroomparted,
und
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
aber
butattractive,whohurriedforwardtotakehis
platz
placeatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Warum
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
müssen
muststopnow,howeverbad
die
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,with
mehr
morerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpectthatyou
haben
haveforgottenus:
MissBartlett
und
andMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
als
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
sehr
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,whohadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteasclearlyastheyremembered
ihn
him.
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
genug
enoughandacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
sehen
seeyou,”saidthegirl,whowasinastateofspiritualstarvation,
und
andwouldhavebeengladto
sehen
seethewaiterifhercousinhadpermitted
es
it.
“Justfancyhowsmall
die
theworldis.
SummerStreet,
auch
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedtotellmeinthecourseofconversation
dass
thatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrom
mutter
mothersolastweek.
Shedidn’tknow
dass
thatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
aber
butIwrotebackatonce,
und
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”said
der
theclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Street
StreetnextJune.
Iam
glück
luckytobeappointedtosuch
eine
acharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
Der
ThenameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
mutter
motherandmegenerally,andmy
bruder
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
bringen
gethimtoch——
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
lass
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameating
es
it,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
HepreferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,rather
als
thantoMissBartlett,who
wahrscheinlich
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
fragte
askedthegirlwhethersheknewFlorence
gut
well,andwasinformedatsomelength
dass
thatshehadneverbeen
dort
therebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadviseanewcomer,
und
andhewasfirstin
der
thefield.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
erste
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
und
androundbySettignano,or
etwas
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
eine
avoicefromthetopof
der
thetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youare
falsch
wrong.
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
müssen
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
dame
ladylookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Und
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburstonthem.
Leute
Peopletoldthemwhatto
sehen
see,whentoseeit,howto
anhalten
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,how
viel
muchtogiveforavellumblotter,how
viel
muchtheplacewouldgrowuponthem.
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
fast
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
tun
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
und
andshoutedatthem.
Andaboveallrosethevoiceoftheclever
dame
lady,crying:
“Prato!
TheymustgotoPrato.
That
ort
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
liebe
loveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
junge
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedattheclever
dame
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
und
andhisfatherdidnot
getan
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,found
zeit
timetowishtheydid.
Itgaveher
kein
noextrapleasurethatanyone
sollte
shouldbeleftinthecold;
und
andwhensheroseto
gehen
go,sheturnedbackandgave
den
thetwooutsidersanervouslittlebow.
Der
Thefatherdidnotsee
es
it;
thesonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,
sondern
butbyraisinghiseyebrows
und
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
etwas
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
bereits
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
einem
oneintheface,andseemedheavywith
mehr
morethancloth.
Beyondthemstood
die
theunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
und
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleboy,
und
andVictorier,herdaughter.
Itmade
eine
acuriouslittlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
und
andgenialityoftheSouth.
Und
Andevenmorecuriouswas
das
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorival
das
thesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
wirklich
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
bereits
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,whichhadthecolour
und
andthecontoursofatomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
und
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
kopf
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewassaying.
“The
erste
firsteveningmeanssomuch.
Als
Whenyouarrivedwewereinforapeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
wissen
knowthenameofanoldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
ein
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwillsaynomore.”
Hepressedher
sehr
veryslightly,andshesaid
mehr
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmyyoungcousin,Lucy,anditwouldbeaserious
sache
thingifIputherunderanobligationto
menschen
peopleofwhomweknow
nichts
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
hoffe
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
sehr
verynaturally,”saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
und
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
glaube
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,ofcourse.
Aber
Butwecouldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heisrather
ein
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
und
andthensaidgently:
“I
denke
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyouto
zeigen
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—ofsaying
genau
exactlywhathemeans.
Hehasroomshedoesnotvalue,
und
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
He
nicht
nomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligation
als
thanhethoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,Ifinditdifficult—to
verstehen
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
und
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
dass
thathewasnice;
Idosoalways
hoffe
hopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
glaube
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
fast
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
und
andso,Iexpect—Imay
sagen
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Buthisis
ein
atypeonedisagreeswithratherthandeplores.
Als
Whenhefirstcameherehenotunnaturally
stellen
putpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
nicht
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
meine
meanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
wird
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
Wenearlycomplained
über
abouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
aber
butIamgladto
sagen
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
ein
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedtheconvenient
wort
word,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
sohn
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“IhardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
sprechen
talkyet.