Part Two
Chapter 11: In Mrs. Vyse's Well-Appointed Flat
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"Beauchamp Mansions, S.W.
"Dear Charlotte,
"Many thanks for your warning. When Mr. Emerson forgot himself on
the mountain, you made me promise not to tell mother, because you
said she would blame you for not being always with me. I have
kept that promise, and cannot possibly tell her now. I have said
both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence, and
that they are respectable people--which I do think--and the
reason that he offered Miss Lavish no tea was probably that he
had none himself. She should have tried at the Rectory. I cannot
begin making a fuss at this stage. You must see that it would be
too absurd. If the Emersons heard I had complained of them, they
would think themselves of importance, which is exactly what they
are not. I like the old father, and look forward to seeing him
again. As for the son, I am sorry for him when we meet, rather
than for myself. They are known to Cecil, who is very well and
spoke of you the other day. We expect to be married in January.
"Miss Lavish cannot have told you much about me, for I am not at
Windy Corner at all, but here. Please do not put 'Private'
outside your envelope again. No one opens my letters.
"Yours affectionately,
"L. M. Honeychurch."
Secrecy has this disadvantage: we lose the sense of proportion;
we cannot tell whether our secret is important or not. Were Lucy
and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy
Cecil's life if he discovered it, or with a little thing which he
would laugh at? Miss Bartlett suggested the former. Perhaps she
was right. It had become a great thing now. Left to herself, Lucy
would have told her mother and her lover ingenuously, and it
would have remained a little thing. "Emerson, not Harris"; it was
only that a few weeks ago. She tried to tell Cecil even now when
they were laughing about some beautiful lady who had smitten his
heart at school. But her body behaved so ridiculously that she
stopped.
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