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

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

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
aveva
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
promesso
promisedussouthroomswithaviewclosetogether,insteadof
cui
whichherearenorthrooms,
guardando
lookingintoacourtyard,anda
lungo
longwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
un
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
che
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“It
potrebbe
mightbeLondon.”
Shelookedat
le
thetworowsofEnglishpeople
che
whoweresittingatthetable;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
e
andredbottlesofwine
che
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
at
il
theportraitsofthelateQueen
e
andthelatePoetLaureate
che
thathungbehindtheEnglish
popolo
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
che
thatwastheonlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,too,
che
thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardly
credere
believethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
fuori
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeen
usata
usedforsoup,”saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“Iwantsoto
vedere
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
promesso
promisedusinherletterwouldhavelookedovertheArno.
TheSignora
aveva
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynook
fa
doesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
difficile
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
una
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
ofcourse,you
devi
mustlookovertheArno,too.
I
detto
meantthat.
Thefirstvacantroomin
la
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswere
pagate
paidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerosityto
cui
whichshemademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,no.You
devi
musthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
madre
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewouldneverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesad
verità
truthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
e
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Alcuni
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
e
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
persone
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leantforwardoverthetable
e
andactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
detto
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
ho
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyatapensionpeople
guardava
lookedthemoverfora
giorno
dayortwobeforespeaking,
e
andoftendidnotfindout
che
thattheywould“do”tillthey
avrebbero
hadgone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanold
uomo
man,ofheavybuild,withafair,shaven
faccia
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
qualcosa
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
anche se
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
esattamente
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
fermò
stoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probabilmente
probablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
prima
beforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumed
un
adazedexpressionwhenhe
parlato
spoketoher,andthen
detto
said:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
disse
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
ha
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
che
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“is
che
thatyoucanhaveourrooms,
e
andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
migliore
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
questo
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Signorina
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleas
possibile
possible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
thatis
fuori
outofthequestion.”
“Why?”
disse
saidtheoldman,with
entrambi
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fuori
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
vedi
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
suo
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlike
guardare
lookingataview;
mendon’t.”
E
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
come
likeanaughtychild,and
girato
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
dovrebbero
shouldhavetherooms,”saidthe
figlio
son.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
guardava
lookattheladiesashe
parlava
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
e
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
ma
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
e
andshehadanoddfeeling
che
thatwhenevertheseill-bredtourists
parlato
spokethecontestwidenedanddeepenedtillit
trattava
dealt,notwithroomsandviews,
ma
butwith—well,withsomethingquite
diverso
different,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
prima
before.
Nowtheoldmanattacked
Signorina
MissBartlettalmostviolently:
Why
dovrebbe
shouldshenotchange?
What
possibile
possibleobjectionhadshe?
They
sarebbero
wouldclearoutinhalfanhour.
Signorina
MissBartlett,thoughskilledin
la
thedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessin
la
thepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubany
uno
onesogross.
Herfacereddened
di
withdispleasure.
Shelookedaroundasmuchasto
dire
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
E
Andtwolittleoldladies,
che
whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,withshawls
appesi
hangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
guardarono
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
e
andbegantotoyagainwith
la
themeatthatshehad
volta
oncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthoseseemedveryodd
persone
peopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,
cara
dear.
Thispensionisafailure.
Domani
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardly
aveva
hadsheannouncedthisfelldecision
quando
whenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
fine
endoftheroomparted,
e
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
ma
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
prendere
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
che
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
quanto
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
dobbiamo
muststopnow,howeverbad
le
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
detto
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
che
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
Signorina
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
quando
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthatverycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
che
whohadtheairof
uno
oneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladies
abbastanza
quiteasclearlyastheyremembered
lui
him.
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
abbastanza
enoughandacceptedthechairinto
cui
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
vedere
seeyou,”saidthegirl,
che
whowasinastateofspiritualstarvation,
e
andwouldhavebeengladto
vedere
seethewaiterifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
quanto
howsmalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,too,
rende
makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshe
successo
happenedtotellmeinthe
corso
courseofconversationthatyou
ha
havejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrommothersolast
settimana
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatI
sapeva
knewyouatTunbridgeWells;
ma
butIwrotebackatonce,
e
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
disse
saidtheclergyman.
“Imoveinto
il
theRectoryatSummerStreet
prossimo
nextJune.
Iamluckytobeappointedtosuch
un
acharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
Il
ThenameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
madre
motherandmegenerally,andmy
fratello
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
La
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
lascia
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
mangiando
eatingit,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
parlare
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
ricordava
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
probabilmente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
chiese
askedthegirlwhethersheknewFlorence
bene
well,andwasinformedatsomelength
che
thatshehadneverbeenthere
prima
before.
Itisdelightfultoadvise
un
anewcomer,andhewas
primo
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
primo
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
e
androundbySettignano,or
qualcosa
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
una
avoicefromthetopofthetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
The
primo
firstfineafternoonyourladies
devono
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
signora
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Signorina
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
E
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburston
loro
them.
Peopletoldthemwhatto
vedere
see,whentoseeit,howto
fermare
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,howmuchto
dare
giveforavellumblotter,howmuchthe
posto
placewouldgrowuponthem.
La
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
quasi
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
fatto
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
e
andshoutedatthem.
Andabove
tutto
allrosethevoiceof
la
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
devono
mustgotoPrato.
That
posto
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Iloveit;
Irevelinshakingoff
i
thetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
Il
TheyoungmannamedGeorgeglancedat
il
thecleverlady,andthen
tornato
returnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
e
andhisfatherdidnot
fatto
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
trovato
foundtimetowishthey
facessero
did.
Itgavehernoextrapleasure
che
thatanyoneshouldbe
lasciato
leftinthecold;
and
quando
whensherosetogo,sheturned
indietro
backandgavethetwooutsiders
un
anervouslittlebow.
The
padre
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
figlio
sonacknowledgedit,notbyanotherbow,
ma
butbyraisinghiseyebrows
e
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
qualcosa
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,who
ha
hadalreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
uno
oneintheface,andseemedheavywith
più
morethancloth.
BeyondthemstoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
e
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittleboy,
e
andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fatto
madeacuriouslittlescene,
questo
thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
e
andgenialityoftheSouth.
E
Andevenmorecuriouswas
il
thedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorival
il
thesolidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
davvero
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
già
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
che
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofatomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
e
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
testa
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
diceva
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeanssomuch.
Quando
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byany
caso
chance,knowthenameof
un
anoldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
dirò
saynomore.”
Hepressedherveryslightly,
e
andshesaidmore.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
giovane
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
sarebbe
wouldbeaseriousthing
se
ifIputherunderanobligationto
persone
peopleofwhomweknow
nulla
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
IhopeIactedfor
il
thebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
detto
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
e
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’tthinkmuchharmwould
avrebbe
havecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,ofcourse.
Ma
Butwecouldnotbe
sotto
underanobligation.”
“Heisrather
un
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
e
andthensaidgently:
“I
penso
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyouto
mostrassi
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
dire
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
ha
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
e
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
He
non
nomorethoughtofputtingyou
sotto
underanobligationthanhe
pensato
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
almeno
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
capire
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
e
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
che
thathewasnice;
Idoso
sempre
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
penso
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
quasi
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
e
andso,Iexpect—Imay
dire
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Ma
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswithrather
che
thandeplores.
Whenhefirst
venuto
cameherehenotunnaturally
messo
putpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
non
notactandnomanners—Idon’tmeanby
che
thatthathehasbadmanners—andhewillnot
manterrà
keephisopinionstohimself.
WenearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
ma
butIamgladto
dire
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeaccepted
la
theconvenientword,notwithout
un
aslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhe
ha
hasbroughtuphissontobe
un
aSocialist,too?”
“IhardlyknowGeorge,forhehasn’t
imparato
learnttotalkyet.