A Room With A View - 17

by E. M. Forster in English Fiction Stories

Chapter XVII Lying to Cecil He was bewildered. He had nothing to say. He was not even angry, but stood, with a glass of whiskey between his hands, trying to think what had led her to such a conclusion. ...Read Morehad chosen the moment before bed, when, in accordance with their bourgeois habit, she always dispensed drinks to the men. Freddy and Mr. Floyd were sure to retire with their glasses, while Cecil invariably lingered, sipping at his while she locked up the sideboard. “I am very sorry about it,” she said; “I have carefully thought things over. We are Read Less