Part Two
Chapter 18: Lying to Mr. Beebe, Mrs. Honeychurch, Freddy, and The Servants
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"Good. Now come up to the house."
They conferred in the dining-room for half an hour.
Lucy would never have carried the Greek scheme alone. It was
expensive and dramatic--both qualities that her mother loathed.
Nor would Charlotte have succeeded. The honours of the day rested
with Mr. Beebe. By his tact and common sense, and by his
influence as a clergyman--for a clergyman who was not a fool
influenced Mrs. Honeychurch greatly--he bent her to their
purpose, "I don't see why Greece is necessary," she said; "but as
you do, I suppose it is all right. It must be something I can't
understand. Lucy! Let's tell her. Lucy!"
"She is playing the piano," Mr. Beebe said. He opened the door,
and heard the words of a song:
"Look not thou on beauty's charming."
"I didn't know that Miss Honeychurch sang, too."
"Sit thou still when kings are arming,
Taste not when the wine-cup glistens--"
"It's a song that Cecil gave her. How odd girls are!"
"What's that?" called Lucy, stopping short.
"All right, dear," said Mrs. Honeychurch kindly. She went into
the drawing-room, and Mr. Beebe heard her kiss Lucy and say: "I
am sorry I was so cross about Greece, but it came on the top of
the dahlias."
Rather a hard voice said: "Thank you, mother; that doesn't matter
a bit."
"And you are right, too--Greece will be all right; you can go if
the Miss Alans will have you."
"Oh, splendid! Oh, thank you!"
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