Part Two
Chapter 11: In Mrs. Vyse's Well-Appointed Flat
The Comic Muse, though able to look after her own interests, did
not disdain the assistance of Mr. Vyse. His idea of bringing the
Emersons to Windy Corner struck her as decidedly good, and she
carried through the negotiations without a hitch. Sir Harry Otway
signed the agreement, met Mr. Emerson, who was duly
disillusioned. The Miss Alans were duly offended, and wrote a
dignified letter to Lucy, whom they held responsible for the
failure. Mr. Beebe planned pleasant moments for the new-comers,
and told Mrs. Honeychurch that Freddy must call on them as soon
as they arrived. Indeed, so ample was the Muse's equipment that
she permitted Mr. Harris, never a very robust criminal, to droop
his head, to be forgotten, and to die.
Lucy--to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are
shadows because there are hills--Lucy was at first plunged into
despair, but settled after a little thought that it did not
matter the very least. Now that she was engaged, the Emersons
would scarcely insult her and were welcome into the
neighbourhood. And Cecil was welcome to bring whom he would into
the neighbourhood. Therefore Cecil was welcome to bring the
Emersons into the neighbourhood. But, as I say, this took a
little thinking, and--so illogical are girls--the event remained
rather greater and rather more dreadful than it should have done.
She was glad that a visit to Mrs. Vyse now fell due; the tenants
moved into Cissie Villa while she was safe in the London flat.
"Cecil--Cecil darling," she whispered the evening she arrived,
and crept into his arms.
Cecil, too, became demonstrative. He saw that the needful fire
had been kindled in Lucy. At last she longed for attention, as a
woman should, and looked up to him because he was a man.
"So you do love me, little thing?" he murmured.
"Oh, Cecil, I do, I do! I don't know what I should do without
you."
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