Part Two
Chapter 19: Lying to Mr. Emerson
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Would she object to sitting in Mr. Beebe's study? There was only
that one fire.
She would not object.
Some one was there already, for Lucy heard the words: "A lady to
wait, sir."
Old Mr. Emerson was sitting by the fire, with his foot upon a
gout-stool.
"Oh, Miss Honeychurch, that you should come!" he quavered; and
Lucy saw an alteration in him since last Sunday.
Not a word would come to her lips. George she had faced, and
could have faced again, but she had forgotten how to treat his
father.
"Miss Honeychurch, dear, we are so sorry! George is so sorry! He
thought he had a right to try. I cannot blame my boy, and yet I
wish he had told me first. He ought not to have tried. I knew
nothing about it at all."
If only she could remember how to behave!
He held up his hand. "But you must not scold him."
Lucy turned her back, and began to look at Mr. Beebe's books.
"I taught him," he quavered, "to trust in love. I said: 'When
love comes, that is reality.' I said: 'Passion does not blind.
No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only
person you will ever really understand.'" He sighed: "True,
everlastingly true, though my day is over, and though there is
the result. Poor boy! He is so sorry! He said he knew it was
madness when you brought your cousin in; that whatever you felt
you did not mean. Yet"--his voice gathered strength: he spoke
out to make certain--"Miss Honeychurch, do you remember Italy?"
Lucy selected a book--a volume of Old Testament commentaries.
Holding it up to her eyes, she said: "I have no wish to discuss
Italy or any subject connected with your son."
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