ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
memiliki
hadnobusinesstodoit,”saidMissBartlett,“nobisnis
businessatall.Shepromisedussouthrooms
dengan
withaviewclosetogether,insteadofwhichsini
herearenorthrooms,lookingintoacourtyard,dan
andalongwayapart.Oh,Lucy!”
“AndaCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
melihat
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishorang
peoplewhoweresittingatthetable;attherowof
putih
whitebottlesofwaterandmerah
redbottlesofwinethatberjalan
ranbetweentheEnglishpeople;attheportraitsofthe
almarhum
lateQueenandthelatePoetLaureatethathungbelakang
behindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
itu
thatwastheonlyotherdecorationofthewall.“Charlotte,don’tyou
merasa
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?Icanhardly
percaya
believethatallkindsoflain
otherthingsarejustoutside.Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeen
digunakan
usedforsoup,”saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.“I
ingin
wantsotoseetheArno.Yang
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterakan
wouldhavelookedovertheArno.TheSignora
memiliki
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Miss
MissBartlettcontinued;“butitdoesseem
sulit
hardthatyoushouldn’thaveaview.”Lucy
merasa
feltthatshehadbeenselfish.“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
of
saja
course,youmustlookovertheArno,juga
too.Imeantthat.
The
pertama
firstvacantroominthefront—”“You
harus
musthaveit,”saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshemembuat
mademanyatactfulallusion.“No,
tidak
no.Youmusthaveit.”“Iinsistonit.
Yourmother
akan
wouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”“She
akan
wouldneverforgiveme.”Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—if
yang
thesadtruthbeowned—asedikit
littlepeevish.Theyweretired,
dan
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.Beberapa
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,dan
andoneofthem—oneofyang
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoesbertemu
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthetabledan
andactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.Hesaid:.
“I
punya
haveaview,Ihaveaview.”MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyat
sebuah
apensionpeoplelookedthemselama
overforadayordua
twobeforespeaking,andoftendidnotmenemukan
findoutthattheywould“do”tilltheyhadpergi
gone.Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
bahkan
evenbeforesheglancedathim.Hewasan
tua
oldman,ofheavybuild,dengan
withafair,shavenfacedan
andlargeeyes.Therewas
sesuatu
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,meskipun
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.What
sebenarnya
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotberhenti
stoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.Ini
Thesedidnotattracther.Hewas
mungkin
probablytryingtobecomeacquainteddengan
withthembeforetheygotintotheswim.Sosheassumedadazedexpression
ketika
whenhespoketoher,dan
andthensaid:“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Betapa
Howdelightfulaviewis!”“Thisismyson,”saidthe
tua
oldman;“hisname’sGeorge.
He
memiliki
hasaviewtoo.”“Ah,”saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
yang
whowasabouttospeak.“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“isthatyou
dapat
canhaveourrooms,andwe’llmemiliki
haveyours.We’llchange.”
Thebetter
kelas
classoftouristwasshockedatini
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.MissBartlett,inreply,
membuka
openedhermouthaslittleasmungkin
possible,andsaid“Thankyouverybanyak
muchindeed;thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
saidthe
tua
oldman,withbothfistsonthetable.“Becauseitis
cukup
quiteoutofthequestion,thankyou.”“You
lihat
see,wedon’tliketotake—”beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
suka
likelookingataview;mendon’t.”
Dan
Andhethumpedwithhisfistsseperti
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohisson,mengatakan
saying,“George,persuadethem!”“It’ssoobviousthey
harus
shouldhavetherooms,”saidtheanak
son.“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
melihat
lookattheladiesasheberbicara
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexeddan
andsorrowful.Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
tapi
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”dan
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwheneverini
theseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwideneddan
anddeepenedtillitdealt,notdengan
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,dengan
withsomethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshememiliki
hadnotrealizedbefore.Nowthe
tua
oldmanattackedMissBartletthampir
almostviolently:Whyshouldshenot
berubah
change?Whatpossibleobjectionhad
dia
she?Theywouldclearoutin
setengah
halfanhour.MissBartlett,
meskipun
thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
melihat
lookedaroundasmuchastomengatakan
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”Dan
Andtwolittleoldladies,whowereduduk
sittingfurtherupthetable,dengan
withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,melihat
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;wearegenteel.”
“Eatyourdinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
dan
andbegantotoyagaindengan
withthemeatthatshehadpernah
oncecensured.Lucymumbledthatthoseseemed
sangat
veryoddpeopleopposite.“Eatyourdinner,
sayang
dear.Thispensionisafailure.
Besok
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”Hardlyhadsheannounced
ini
thisfelldecisionwhenshereverseditu
it.Thecurtainsatthe
ujung
endoftheroomparted,dan
andrevealedaclergyman,stouttetapi
butattractive,whohurriedforwardtomengambil
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.Lucy,
yang
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:“Oh,oh!
Kenapa
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!Oh,
betapa
howperfectlylovely!Oh,Charlotte,we
harus
muststopnow,howeverbadtheroomsare.Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,
dengan
withmorerestraint:.“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
bahwa
thatyouhaveforgottenus:MissBartlett
dan
andMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWellsketika
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthatsangat
verycoldEaster.”Theclergyman,who
memiliki
hadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnotingat
remembertheladiesquiteasclearlyastheyingat
rememberedhim.Buthecameforwardpleasantly
cukup
enoughandacceptedthechairintomana
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.“Iamsogladto
melihat
seeyou,”saidthegirl,whowasinastateofspiritualstarvation,dan
andwouldhavebeengladtomelihat
seethewaiterifhercousinhadpermitteditu
it.“Justfancyhowsmallthe
dunia
worldis.SummerStreet,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
mengatakan
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedtomengatakan
tellmeinthecourseofconversationbahwa
thatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.“Yes,I
mendengar
heardfrommothersolastminggu
week.Shedidn’tknowthatI
tahu
knewyouatTunbridgeWells;tapi
butIwrotebackatonce,dan
andIsaid:‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”saidtheclergyman.
“I
pindah
moveintotheRectoryatSummerStreet
StreetnextJune.Iam
beruntung
luckytobeappointedtosuchacharmingneighbourhood.”“Oh,
betapa
howgladIam!The
nama
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
ibu
motherandmegenerally,andmybrother,meskipun
thoughit’snotoftenwemendapatkan
gethimtoch——Thechurchisrather
jauh
faroff,Imean.”“Lucy,dearest,letMr.Beebe
makan
eathisdinner.”“Iameatingit,
terima kasih
thankyou,andenjoyingit.”Hepreferredto
berbicara
talktoLucy,whoseplayingheingat
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,whomungkin
probablyrememberedhissermons.He
bertanya
askedthegirlwhethersheknewFlorencebaik
well,andwasinformedatsomelengththatshehadneverbeensana
therebefore.Itisdelightfultoadviseanewcomer,
dan
andhewasfirstinyang
thefield.“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
pertama
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,dan
androundbySettignano,orsesuatu
somethingofthatsort.”“No!”
criedavoicefromthe
atas
topofthetable.“Mr.
Beebe,youare
salah
wrong.Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
harus
mustgotoPrato.”“Thatlady
terlihat
lookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.“Weareinluck.”
Dan
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburstonmereka
them.Peopletoldthemwhattosee,whentosee
itu
it,howtostoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofyang
thebeggars,howmuchtogiveforavellumblotter,howbanyak
muchtheplacewouldgrowuponmereka
them.ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
hampir
almostenthusiastically,thattheywoulddo.Whicheverwaythey
melihat
looked,kindladiessmiledandshoutedatthem.Dan
Andaboveallrosethevoiceofthecleverwanita
lady,crying:“Prato!
Theymust
pergi
gotoPrato.Thatplaceis
terlalu
toosweetlysqualidforwords.Iloveit;
Irevelinshakingoff
yang
thetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”The
muda
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedatthecleverwanita
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.Obviouslyhe
dan
andhisfatherdidnotdo.Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
menemukan
foundtimetowishtheydid.Itgaveher
tidak
noextrapleasurethatanyoneharus
shouldbeleftinthedingin
cold;andwhensheroseto
pergi
go,sheturnedbackandmemberikan
gavethetwooutsidersanervoussedikit
littlebow.Thefatherdidnotseeit;
the
anak
sonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,tapi
butbyraisinghiseyebrowsdan
andsmiling;heseemedtobesmilingacross
sesuatu
something.Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
sudah
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmotesatu
oneintheface,andseemedheavydengan
withmorethancloth.Beyondthemstood
yang
theunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,dan
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleanak
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.It
membuat
madeacuriouslittlescene,ini
thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveyyang
thegraceandgenialityofyang
theSouth.Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortof
sebuah
aBloomsburyboarding-house.WasthisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
sudah
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,whichmemiliki
hadthecolourandthecontoursofatomato.ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
dan
andasshespoke,herpanjang
longnarrowheaddrovebackwardsdan
andforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingbeberapa
someinvisibleobstacle.“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewassaying.
“The
pertama
firsteveningmeanssomuch.Ketika
Whenyouarrivedwewereinforapeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byany
kebetulan
chance,knowthenameofantua
oldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”“Emerson.”
“Isheafriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenI
akan
willsaynomore.”Hepressedher
sangat
veryslightly,andshesaidlebih
more.“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
muda
youngcousin,Lucy,anditakan
wouldbeaseriousthingjika
ifIputherunderanobligationtoorang
peopleofwhomweknowapa
nothing.Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
IhopeIactedfor
yang
thebest.”“Youactedverynaturally,”saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
dan
andafterafewmomentsadded:“Allthe
sama
same,Idon’tthinkmuchharmakan
wouldhavecomeofaccepting.”“Noharm,of
saja
course.Butwecouldnotbe
bawah
underanobligation.”“Heisratherapeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,andthensaidgently:
“Ithinkhe
akan
wouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyoutomenunjukkan
showgratitude.Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
mengatakan
sayingexactlywhathemeans.He
memiliki
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,dan
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.He
tidak
nomorethoughtofputtingyoubawah
underanobligationthanheberpikir
thoughtofbeingpolite.Itissodifficult—at
setidaknya
least,Ifinditdifficult—tomemahami
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”Lucywaspleased,
dan
andsaid:“Iwashopingthathewas
baik
nice;Idosoalways
berharap
hopethatpeoplewillbenice.”“I
pikir
thinkheis;niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
hampir
almosteverypointofanyimportance,dan
andso,Iexpect—Imaymengatakan
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.Tapi
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswithratherthandeplores.Ketika
Whenhefirstcameherehenotunnaturallymenempatkan
putpeople’sbacksup.He
memiliki
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’tberarti
meanbythatthathememiliki
hasbadmanners—andhewillnotmenyimpan
keephisopinionstohimself.Wenearlycomplained
tentang
abouthimtoourdepressingSignora,tapi
butIamgladtomengatakan
saywethoughtbetterofit.”“AmItoconclude,”saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
seorang
aSocialist?”Mr.
Beebeaccepted
yang
theconvenientword,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofyang
thelips.“AndpresumablyhehasbroughtuphissontobeaSocialist,too?”
“IhardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
belajar
learnttotalkyet.