Part 3 – Howards End Audiobook by E. M. Forster (Chs 15-21)

subject there were few dinner parties that could stand up against them this particular one which was all ladies had more kick in it than most but succumbed after a struggle Helen at one part of the table Margaret at the other the talk of mr. bast and of no one else and somewhere about the entree their monologues collided fell ruining and became common property nor was this all the dinner party was really an informal discussion club there was a paper after it read amid coffee cups and laughter in the drawing-room but dealing more or less thoughtfully with some topic of general interest after the paper came a debate and in this debate mr. bast also figured appearing now as a bright spot in civilization now as a dark spot according to the temperament of the speaker the subject of the paper had been how ought I to dispose of my money the reader professing to be a millionaire on the point of death inclined to bequeath her fortune for the foundation of local art galleries but open to conviction from other sources the various parts had been assigned beforehand and some of the speeches were amusing the hostess assumed the ungrateful role of the millionaire’s eldest son and implored her expiring parent not to dislocate society by allowing such vast sums to pass out of the family money was the fruit of self-denial and the second generation had a right to profit by the self-denial of the first what right had mr. bast to profit the National Gallery was good enough for the likes of him after property had had its a a saying that is necessarily ungracious the various philanthropists stepped forward something must be done for mr. bast his conditions must be improved without impairing his independence he must have a free library or free tennis courts his rent must be paid in such a way that he did not know it was being paid it must be made worth his while to join the territorials he must be forcibly parted from his uninspiring wife the money going to her as compensation he must be assigned a twin star some member of the leisure classes who would watch over him ceaselessly groans from Helen he must be given food but no clothes clothes but no food a third return ticket to Venice without either food or clothes when he arrived there in short he might be given anything and everything so long as it was not the money itself and here Margaret interrupted older old Amish lady goal said the reader of the paper you are here I understand to advise me in the interests of the Society for the preservation of places of historic interest or natural beauty I cannot have you speaking out of your role it makes my poor head go round and I think you forget that I am very ill your head won’t go round if only you listen to my argument said Margaret why not give him the money itself you’re supposed to have about thirty thousand a year have I I thought I had a million it wasn’t a million your capital dear me we ought to have settled that still it doesn’t matter whatever you’ve got I order you to give us many poor men as you can three hundred year each but that would be poor prizing them said an earnest girl who liked the Schlegel’s but thought them a little unspiritual at times not if you gave them so much a big windfall would not pauperize a man it is these little driblets distributed among too many that do the harm money is educational it’s far more educational than the things it buys there is a protest in a sense added Margaret but the protest continued well isn’t the most civilized thing going the man who has learned to wear his income properly exactly which all mr. basts won’t do give them a chance give them money don’t dole them out poetry books and railway tickets like babies give them the wherewithal to buy these things when your socialism comes it may be different and we may think in terms of commodities instead of cash till it comes give people cash for it as the warp of civilization whatever the wolf may be the imagination ought to play upon money and realize that vividly for it sir the second most important thing in the world it is so stuffed over and hushed up there is so little clear thinking Oh political economy of course but so few of us think clearly about our own private incomes and admit that independent thoughts are in nine cases out of ten the results of independent means money give mr. bast money and don’t bother about his ideals he’ll pick up those for himself she leant back while the more earnest members of the club began to misconstrue her the female mind though cruelly practical in daily life cannot bear to hear ideals belittled in conversation and miss Schlegel was asked however she could say such dreadful things what it would profit mr. bast if he gained the whole world and lost his own soul she answered nothing but he would not gain his soul until he had gained a little of the world then they said no they did not believe it and she admitted that an overworked Clark may save his soul in the super terrestrial sense where the effort will be taken for the deed but she denied that he will ever explore the spiritual resources of this world will ever know the rare joys of the body or attained to clear and passionate intercourse with his fellows others had attacked the fabric of society property interest etc she only

fixed her eyes on a few human beings to see how under present conditions they could be made happier doing good to humanity was useless the many-colored efforts their to spreading over the vast area like films and resulting in an Universal gray to do good to one or as in this case to a few was the utmost she dared hope for between the idealists and the political economists Margaret had a bad time disagreeing elsewhere they agreed in disowning her and in keeping the administration of the millionaire’s money in their own hands the earnest girl brought forward a scheme of personal supervision and mutual help The effect of which was to alter poor people until they became exactly like people who were not so poor the host s pertinently remarked that she as eldest son might surely rank among the millionaire’s like a tease Margaret weakly admitted the claim and another claim was at once set up by Helen who declared that she had been the millionaire’s housemaid for over 40 years overfed and underpaid was nothing to be done for her so corpulent and poor The Millionaire then read out her last will and testament in which she left the whole of her fortune to the Chancellor of the Exchequer then she died the serious parts of the discussion had been of higher merit in the playful an immense debate is the reverse more general but the meeting broke up hilariously enough and a dozen happy ladies dispersed to their homes Helen and Margaret walked the earnest girl as far as Battersea Bridge station arguing copiously all the way when she had gone they were conscious of an alleviation and of the great beauty of the evening they turned back towards Oakley Street the lamps in the plain trees following the line of the embankment struck a note of dignity that is rare in English cities the seats almost deserted were here and there occupied by gentle folk and evening dress who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the rising tide there is something continental about Chelsea embankment it is an open space used rightly a blessing more frequent in Germany than here as Margaret and Helen sat down the city behind them seemed to be a vast theatre an opera house in which some endless trilogy was performing and they themselves a pair of satisfied subscribers who did not mind losing a little of the second act cold no tired doesn’t matter the earnest girls train rumbled away over the bridge I say Helen well are we really going to follow up mr. bast I don’t know I think we won’t as you like it’s no good I think unless you really mean to know people the discussion brought that home to me we got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement but think of rational intercourse we mustn’t play at friendship no it’s no good there’s mrs Madeline – Helen yawned so dong just so and possibly worse than dung I should like to know how he got hold of your card but he said something about a concert and an umbrella then did the card see the wife the Helen come to bed no just a little longer it is so beautiful tell me oh yes did you say money is the warp of the world yes then what’s the wolf very much fat one chooses said Margaret it’s something that isn’t money one can’t say more walking at night probably for Tibby Oxford it seems so for you now that we have to leave Wickham place I begin to think it’s that for mrs. Wilcox it was certainly Howards End when zone name will carry immense distances mr. Wilcox who was sitting with friends many seats away heard his rose to his feet and strolled along towards the speakers it is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people continued Margaret why Meg there’s so much nicer generally I’d rather think of that foresters house in Pomerania than of the fat ter forstmeister who lived in it I believe we shall come to care about people less and less Helen the more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them it’s one of the curses of London I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place here mr. Wilcox reached them it was several weeks since they had met how do you do he cried I thought I recognized your voices whatever you both doing down here his tones were protective he implied that one ought not to sit out on Chelsea embankment without a male escort Helen resented this but Margaret accepted it as part of the good man’s equipment what an aged it is since I’ve seen you mr. Wilcox I met Evie in the tube though lately I hope you have good news of your son Paul said mr. Wilcox extinguishing his cigarette and sitting down between them Oh Paul’s alright we had a line for Madeira he’ll be at work again by now well said Helen

shuddering from complex causes I beg your pardon isn’t the climate of Nigeria too horrible someone’s got to go he said simply England will never keep her trade overseas unless she’s prepared to make sacrifices unless we get firm in West Africa untold complications may follow now tell me all your news though we’ve had a splendid evening cried Helen who always woke up at the advent of a visitor we belong to a kind of Club that reads papers margaret and i all women but there is a discussion after this evening it was on how one ought to leave one’s money whether to one’s family or to the poor and if so how her most interesting the man of business smiled since his wife’s death he had almost doubled his income he was an important figure at last a reassuring name on company prospectuses and life had treated him very well the world seemed in his grasp as he listened to the River Thames which still flowed inland from the sea so wonderful to the girls it held no mysteries for him he had helped to shorten its long tidal trough by taking shares in the lock at Teddington and if he and other capitalists thought good someday it could be shortened again with dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing sounds the most original entertainment he exclaimed and laughed in his pleasant way I wish Evie would go to that sort of thing but she hasn’t the time she’s taken to breed Aberdeen Terriers JA little dogs I expect we’d better be doing the same really we pretend we’re improving ourselves you see said Helen a little sharply for the Wilcox glamour is not of the kind that returns and she had bitter memories of the days when a speech such as he had just made would have impressed her favourably we suppose it is a good thing to waste an evening once a fortnight over a debate but as my sister says it may be better to breed dogs not at all I don’t agree with your sister there’s nothing like a debate to teach one quickness I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster it would have helped me no end quickness yes quickness an argument time after time I’ve missed scoring a point because the other man has the gift of gab and I haven’t oh I believe in these discussions the patronizing tone thought Margaret came well enough from a man who was old enough to be their father she had always maintained that mr. Wilcox had a charm in times of sorrow or emotion his inadequacy had pained her but it was pleasant to listen to him now and to watch his thick brown mustache and high forehead confronting the Stars but Helen was nettled the aim of their debates she implied was truth though yes it doesn’t much matter what subject who take said he Margaret laughed and said but this is going to be far better than the debate itself Helen recovered herself in laughed to hello I won’t go on she declared I’ll just put a special case to mr. Wilcox about mr. bast yes do he’ll be more lenient to a special case but mr. Wilcox do first light another cigarette it’s this we’ve just come across a young fellow who’s evidently very poor and who seems interest what’s his profession Clark what in do you remember Margaret Porphyrion fire insurance company oh yes the nice people who gave onto Julie a new hearthrug he seems interesting some ways very and one wishes one could help him he is married to a wife whom he doesn’t seem to care for much he likes books and what one may roughly call adventure and if he had a chance but he is so poor he lives alive for all the money is apt to go on nonsense and clothes one is so afraid that circumstances will be too strong for him and that he will sink well he got mixed up in our debate he wasn’t the subject of it but it seemed to bear on his point suppose a millionaire died and desired to leave money to help such a man how should he be helped should he be given 300 pounds a year direct which was Margaret’s plan most of them thought that this would pauperize him should he and those like him be given free libraries I said no he doesn’t want more books to read but to read books rightly my suggestion was that he should be given something every year towards a summer holiday but then there is his wife and they said she would have to go – nothing seemed quite right now what do you think imagine that you were a millionaire and wanted to help the poor what would you do mr Wilcox whose fortune was not so very far below the standard indicated laughed exuberantly My dear Miss Schlegel I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to trend I will not add another plan to the numerous excellent ones that have already been suggested my only contribution is this let your young friend clear out the Porphyrion fire insurance company with all possible speed why said Margaret he lowered his voice this is between friends it will be in the receivers hands before Christmas it’ll smash he added thinking that he had not been understood dear me Helen listen to that and he’ll have to

get another place we’ll have let him leave the ship before it sinks let him get one now rather than wait to make sure decidedly why is that again the Olympian laugh and the lowered voice naturally the man who’s in a situation when he applies stands a better chance is in a stronger position than the man who isn’t it looks as if he’s worth something I know by myself this is letting you into the state-secrets it affects an employer greatly human nature I’m afraid I hadn’t thought of that murmured Margaret while Helen said our human nature appears to the other way around we employ people because they’re unemployed the boot man for instance and how does he clean the boots not well confessed Margaret there you are then do you really advise us to tell this youth I advise nothing he interrupted glancing up and down the embankment in case his indiscretion had been overheard i oughtn’t to have spoken but i happen to know of being more or less behind the scenes the porphyria pnes are bad bad concern now don’t say i said so it’s outside the tariff ring certainly i won’t say in fact i don’t know what that means i fought an insurance company never smashed was Helens contribution don’t the others always run in and save them you’re thinking of reinsurance said mr. Wilcox mildly it is exactly there that the porphyria is weak it has tried to undercut and has been badly hit by a long series of small fires and it hasn’t been able to reinsure I’m afraid that public companies don’t save one another for love human nature I suppose quoted Helen and he laughed and agreed that it was when Margaret said that she supposed that Clarke’s like everyone else found it extremely difficult to get situations in these days he replied yes extremely and rose to rejoin his friends he knew by his own office seldom a vacant post and hundreds of applicants for it at present no vacant post and house Howards End looking said Margaret wishing to change the subject before they parted mr. Wilcox was a little apt to think one wanted to get something out of him it’s that really and you wandering homeless in long-haired Chelsea how strange are the ways of fate no it’s that unfurnished we’ve moved why I thought we both is anchored there forever even never told me I daresay when you met Evie the thing wasn’t settled we only moved a week ago Paul has rather a feeling for the old place and we held on for him to have his holiday there but really it is impossibly small endless drawbacks I forget whether you’ve been up to it as far as the house never well house End is one of those converted farms they don’t really do spend what you will on them we messed away with a garage all among the which elm roots and last year we enclosed a bit of the meadow and a ten did a mockery Eevee got rather keen on Alpine plants but I didn’t do no it didn’t do you remember all your sister will remember the farm with those abominable guinea fowls and the hedge that the old woman would never cut properly so that it all went thin at the bottom and inside the house the beams and the staircase through a door picturesque enough but not a place to live in he glanced over the parapet cheerfully full tide and the position wasn’t right either the neighborhood’s getting suburban either be in London or out of it I say so we’ve taken a house in do C Street close to Sloane Street and a place right down in Shropshire oniton Grange ever heard of oniton do you come and see us right away from everywhere up towards Wales what a change said Margaret but the change was in her own voice which had become most sad I can’t imagine Howards End or Hilton without you Hilton isn’t without us he replied Charles is there still still said Margaret who had not kept up with the Charles’s but I thought he was still Epsom they were furnishing that Christmas one Christmas how everything alters I used to admire mrs. Charles from our windows very often wasn’t it Epsom yes but they moved 18 months ago Charles the good chap his voice dropped thought I should be lonely I didn’t want him to move but he would and took a house at the other end of Hilton down by the six Hills he had a motor too there they all are a very jolly party he and she and the two grandchildren I hope manage other people’s affairs so much better than they managed them themselves said Margaret as they shook hands when he moved out of Howards End I should have move mr. Charles Wilcox into it I should have kept so remarkable a place in the family so it is he replied I haven’t sold it and don’t mean to no but none of you are there oh we’ve got a splendid tenant Hamar Bryce an invalid if Charles ever wanted it but he won’t dolly is so dependent on modern conveniences no we’ve all decided against Howards End we like it in a way but now we feel that it is neither one thing nor the other one must have one thing or the other and some people are

lucky enough to have both you’re doing yourself proud mister my congratulations and mine said Helen do you mind Eevee to come and see us to Wickham place we shan’t be there very long either you two on the move next September Margaret side everyone moving goodbye the tide had begun to ebb Margaret leant over the parapet and watched it sadly mr. Wilcox had forgotten his wife Helen her lover she herself was probably forgetting everyone moving is it worthwhile attempting the past when there is this continual flux even in the hearts of men Helen roused her by saying what a prosperous Vulgarian mr. Wilcox has grown I have very little use for him in these days however he did tell us about the Porphyrion let us write to mr. bast as soon as ever we get home and tell him to clear out of it at once do yes that’s worth doing let us let’s ask him to tea end of chapter 15 Howards End by II M Forster chapter 16 Leonard accepted the invitation to tea next Saturday but he was right the visit proved a conspicuous failure sugar said Margaret cake said Helen the big cake all the little deadlies I’m afraid you thought my letter rather odd but we’ll explain we aren’t told really not affected really we’re over expressive that’s all as a lady’s lap dog Leonard did not excel he was not an Italian still less a Frenchman in whose blood there runs the very spirit of Percival engine of gracious repartee his wit was the cockneys it opened no doors into imagination and Helen was drawn up short by moral ideas to say the better administered waggish ly well yes she said ladies brighten yes I know the darlings of regular sunbeams let me give you a plate how do you like her work interposed Margaret here to was drawn up short he would not have these women prying into his work they were romance and so was the room to which he had last penetrated with the queer sketches of people bathing upon its walls and so were the very teacups with their delicate borders of wild strawberries but he would not let romance interfere with his life there is the devil to pay then though well enough he answered your company is the poor Farion isn’t it yes that’s so becoming rather offended it’s funny how things get round why funny asked Allan who did not follow the workings of his mind it was written as large as life on your card and considering me wrote to you there and that you replied on the stamped paper would you call the poor fearian one of the big insurance companies pursued Margaret it depends what you call big I mean my big a solid well-established concern that offers a reasonably good career to its employees I couldn’t say some would tell you one thing and others another said the employee uneasily for my own part he shook his head I only believe half I hear not that even it’s safer those clever ones come to the worst grief I’ve often noticed oh you can’t be too careful he drank and wiped his mustache which was going to be one of those moustaches that always droop into teacups more bother than they’re worth surely and not fashionable either I quite agree and that’s why I was curious to know is it a solid well-established concern Leonard had no idea he understood his own corner of the machine but nothing beyond it he desired to confess neither knowledge nor ignorance and under these circumstances another motion of the head seemed safest to him as to the British public the Porphyrion was the Porphyrion of the advertisement a giant in the classical style but draped sufficiently who held in one hand of burning torch and pointed with the other to st. paul’s in windsor castle a large sum of money was inscribed below and you drew your own conclusions this giant caused Leonard to do arithmetic and write letters and to explain the regulations to new clients and re-explained them to old ones a giant was of an impulsive morality one knew that much he would pay for mrs Munts hearthrug with ostentatious haste a large claim he would repudiate quietly and fight court by court but his true fighting weight his antecedents his armors with other members of the commercial pantheon all these were as uncertain to ordinary mortals as for the escapades of Zeus while the gods are powerful we learned little about them is only in the days of their decadence that has strong light beats into heaven we were told the poor fearian snowgo blurted Helen we wanted to tell you that’s why we wrote a friend of ours to think that it is unsophisticated had his cue he must praise the poor Furion you can tell your friend he said that he’s quite wrong oh good the young man colored a little in his circle to be wrong with fatal the Miss Schlegel’s did not mind being wrong they

were genuinely glad that they had been misinformed to them nothing was fatal but evil wrong so to speak he added how so to speak I mean I wouldn’t say he’s right altogether but this was a blunder then he is right partly said the elder woman quick as lightning let it reply that everyone was right partly if it came to that mr. bast I don’t understand a business and I dare say my questions are stupid but can you tell me what makes a concern right or wrong Leonard sat back with a sigh our friend who was also a business man was so positive he said before Christmas and advised you to clear out of it concluded Helen but I don’t see why he should know better than YouTube Leonard rubbed his hands he was tempted to say that he knew nothing about the thing at all but a commercial training was too strong for him nor could he say it was a bad thing for this would be giving it away nor yet that it was good for this to be giving it away equally he attempted to suggest that it was something between the two with vast possibilities in either direction but broke down under the gaze of four sincere eyes and yet he’s scarcely distinguished between the two sisters one was more beautiful and more lively but the Miss Schlegel’s still remained a composite Indian God who’s waving arms and contradictory speeches were the product of a single mind one combat see he remarked adding as Ibsen says things happen he was itching to talk about books and make the most of his romantic hour minute after minute slipped away while the ladies with imperfect skill discussed the subject of reinsurance or praised their anonymous friend Leonard grew annoyed perhaps rightly he made vague remarks about not being one of those who minded their affairs being talked over by others they did not take the hint men might have shown more tact women however tactful elsewhere are heavy-handed here they cannot see why we should shroud our incomes and our prospects in a veil how much exactly have you and how much do you expect to have next June and these are women with a theory who held that reticence about money matters is absurd and that life would be truer if each would state the exact size of the golden island upon which he stands the exact stretch of warp over which he throws the wolf that is not money how can we do justice to the pattern otherwise and the precious minute slipped away and jackée and squalor came near at last he could bear it no longer and broke in reciting the names of books feverishly there was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said so you like Carlyle and then the door opened and mr. Wilcox Miss Wilcox entered preceded by two prancing puppies oh the dears Oh Evie how two impossibly sweet screamed Helen falling on her hands and knees we brought the little fellows round said mr. Wilcox i bred in myself oh really mr. bast come and play with puppies I’ve got to be going now said Leonard sourly but play with puppies a little first this is Ahab that’s Jezebel said Evie who was one of those who named animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history I’ve got to be going Helen was too much occupied with puppies to notice him mr. Wilcox mr Bert must you be really goodbye come again said Helen from the floor then Leonard scourge arose why should he come again what was the good of it he said roundly no I shan’t I knew it would be failure most people would have let him go a little mistake we’ve tried knowing another class impossible but the Schlegel’s had never played with life they had attempted friendship and they would take the consequences Helen retorted I called that a very rude remark what do you want to turn on me like that for and suddenly the drawing-room ryuko to a vulgar row you asked me why I turn on you yes what do you want to have me here for to help you you silly boy cried Helen and don’t shout I don’t want your patronage I don’t want your tea I was quite happy what do you want to unsettle me for he turned to mr. Wilcox I put it to this gentleman I ask you sir am I to how my brains picked mr. Wilcox turned to Margaret with the air of humorous strength that he could so welcome and are we intruding miss Schlegel can we be of any hew so shall we go but Mary Grant ignored him I’m connected with the leading insurance company sir I received it I take to me an invitation from these ladies he drawled the word I common it’s to have my brain picked I ask you is it fair highly unfair said mr. Wilcox drawing a gas from Evie who knew that her father was becoming dangerous now you hear that most unfair gentleman says they’re not content with pointing at Margaret you can’t deny it his voice rose he was falling into the rhythm of a scene with Jacky but as soon as I’m useful it’s a very different thing oh yes send for him cross question him pick his brains oh yes now take me on

the whole I’m a quiet fellow I’m Laura binding I don’t wish any unpleasantness but I I you said Margaret you you laughter from Evie as at a repartee you are the man who tried to walk by the Polestar more laughter you saw the Sun rise laughter you tried to get away from the fog that a stifling us all away past books and houses to the truth you were looking for a real home I failed to see the connection said Leonard hot with stupid anger so do i there is a pause you were that last Sunday you are this today mr. bast I and my sister have talked him over we wanted to help you we also supposed you might help us we did not have you here out of charity which bores us but because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days what is the good of your stars and trees your Sun rise in the wind if they do not enter into our daily lives they have never entered into mine but into yours we thought how don’t we all to struggle against life’s daily grayness against pettiness against mechanical cheerfulness against suspicion I struggle by remembering my friends others I have known by remembering some place some beloved’s place or tree we thought she one of these of course if there’s been any misunderstanding mumbled Leonard all I can do is to go did I beg to state he paused a have and Jezebel danced at his boots and made him look ridiculous you were picking my brain for official information I can prove it I he blew his nose and left them can I help you now said mr. Wilcox turning to Margaret may I have one quiet word with him in the hall Helen go after him do anything anything to make the noodle understand Helen hesitated but really said their visitor ought she to at once she went he resumed I would have chimed in but I felt that you could polish him off for yourselves I didn’t interfere he was splendid miss Schlegel absolutely splendid you can take my word for it but there are very few women who could have managed him oh yes said Margaret distractedly holding him over with those long sentences was what fetched me hide Evie yes indeed chuckled her father all that part about mechanical cheerfulness Oh fine I’m very sorry said Margaret collecting herself he’s a nice creature really I cannot think what set him off it has been most unpleasant for you though I didn’t mind then he changed his mood he asked if he might speak as an old friend and permission given said oughtn’t you really to be more careful Margaret laughed though her thoughts still straight after Helen do you realize that it’s all your fault she said you’re responsible I this is the young man whom we were to warn against the Porphyrion we warned him and look mr. Wilcox was annoyed I hardly consider that a fair deduction he said obviously unfair said Margaret I was only thinking how tangled things are it’s our fault mostly neither yours nor his not his no miss Schlegel you are too kind yes indeed not a TV a little contemptuously you behaved much too well to people and then they impose on you I the world in that type of man and as soon as I entered the room I saw you had not been treating him properly you must keep that type at a distance otherwise they forget themselves sad but true they aren’t our sort and one must face the fact yes do you admit that we should never have had the outburst if he was a gentleman I admit it willingly said Margaret who is pacing up and down the room a gentleman would have kept his suspicions to himself mr. Wilcox watched her with a vague uneasiness what did he suspect you of of wanting to make money out of him intolerable brute but how are you to benefit exactly how indeed just horrible corroding suspicions one touch of thought or of goodwill would have brushed it away just a senseless fear that does make men intolerable brutes I come back to my original point you ought to be more careful miss Schlegel your servants ought to have orders not to let such people in she turned to him frankly let me explain exactly why we like this man and want to see him again that’s your clever way of thinking I shall never believe you like him I do firstly because he cares for physical adventure just as you do yes you go motoring and shooting he would like to go camping out secondly he cares for something special in adventure it is quickest to call that special something poetry though he’s one of that writer sort no oh no I mean he may be but it would be loathes and stuff his brain is filled with the husks of books culture horrible we want him to wash out his brain and go to the real thing we wanted

to show him how he make it up sides with life as I said either friends or the country some she hesitated either some very dear person or some very dear place seems necessary to relieve life’s daily gray and to show that it is gray if possible one should have both some of her words ran past mr. Wilcox he let them run past others he caught and criticized with admirable lucidity your mistake is this and it is a very common mistake this young bounder has a life of his own what right have you to conclude that it is an unsuccessful life or as you call it gray because one minute you know nothing about him he probably has his own joys and interests wife children snug little home that’s where we practical fellows he smiled are more tolerant than you intellectuals we live and let live and assume that things are jogging on fairly well elsewhere and that the ordinary plain man may be trusted to look after his own affairs I quite grant I look at the faces of the clocks in my own office and observe them to be dull but I don’t know what’s going on beneath so by the way with London I have heard you rail against non dinesh legal and it seems a funny thing to say but I was very angry with you what do you know about London you only see civilization from the outside I don’t say in your case but in too many cases that attitude leads to morbidity discontent and socialism she admitted the strength of his position though an undermined imagination as he spoke some outposts of poetry and perhaps of sympathy fell ruining and she retreated to what she called her second line to the special facts of the case his wife is an old ball she said simply he never came home last Saturday night because he wanted to be alone and she thought he was with us with you yes he tittered he hasn’t got the cozy home that you assumed he needs outside interests not a young man cried the girl naughty said Margaret who hated naughtiness more than sin when you’re married miss Wilcox won’t you want outside interests he has apparently got them putting mr. Wilcox slyly yes indeed father he was tramping in Surrey if you mean that said Margaret pacing away rather crossly no I dare say miss Wilcox he was mmm-hmm from mr. Wilcox who thought the episode amusing if risque with most ladies he would not have discussed it but he was trading on Margaret’s reputation as an emancipated woman he said so and about such a thing he wouldn’t lie they both began to laugh that’s right differ from you men lie about their positions and prospects but not about a thing of that sort he shook his head miss Schlegel excuse me but I know the type I said before he isn’t a type he cares about adventures rightly he’s certain that our smug existence is at all he’s vulgar and hysterical and bookish but I don’t think that sums him up this manhood in him as well yes that’s what I’m trying to say he’s a real man as she spoke their eyes met and it was as if mr. Wilcox’s defenses fell she saw back to the real man in him unwittingly she had touched his emotions a woman and two men they had formed the magic triangle of sex and the male was thrilled to jealousy in case the female was attracted by another male love say the aesthetics reveals our shameful kinship with the beasts be it so one can bear that jealousy is the real shame it is jealousy not love that connects us with the farmyard and tolerably and calls up visions of two angry in a complacent hen Margaret crushed complacency down because she was civilized mr. Wilcox uncivilized continued to feel anger long after he had rebuilt his defenses and was again presenting a bastion to the world miss Schlegel you’re a pair of dear creatures but he really must be careful in this uncharitable world what does your brother say I forget surely he has some opinion he laughs if I remember correctly he’s very clever isn’t he said Evie who had met and detested to be at Oxford yes pretty well but I wonder what Helens doing she is very young to undertake this sort of thing said mr Wilcox Margaret went out into the landing she heard no sound and mr. basts topper was missing from the hall Helen she called yes replied a voice from the library you in there yes he’s gone some time Margaret went to her why you’re all alone she said yes it’s all right Meg poor poor creature come back to the Wilcoxes and tell me later mr. W much concerned and slightly titillated oh I’ve no patience with him I hate him poor dear mr. bast he wanted to talk literature and we would talk business

such a muddle of a man and yet so worth pulling through I like him extraordinarily well done said Margaret kissing her but coming to the drawing-room now and don’t talk about him to the Wilcoxes make light of the whole thing Helen came and behaved with a cheerfulness that reassured their visitor this hand at all events was fancy-free he’s gone with my blessing she cried and now for puppies as they drove away mr. Wilcox said to his daughter I am really concerned at the way those girls go on they are clever as you make him but unpractical God bless me one of these days they’ll go too far girls like that oughtn’t to live alone in London until they marry they ought to have someone to look after them we must look in more often were better than no one do you like them don’t you Evie Evie replied Helen’s right enough but I can’t stand the toothy one and I shouldn’t have called either of them girls Evie had grown-up handsome dark eyed with the glow of youth under sunburn built firmly and firm lipped she was the best the Wilcoxes could do in the way of feminine beauty for the present puppies and her father were the only things she loved but the net of matrimony was being prepared for her and a few days later she was attracted to a mr. Percy Cahill an uncle of mrs. Charles and he was attracted to her end of chapter 16 Howards End by E M Forster chapter 17 the age of property holds bitter moments even for a proprietor when a move is imminent furniture becomes ridiculous and Margaret now lay awake at nights wondering where where on earth they and all their belongings would be deposited in September next chairs tables pictures books that had rumbled down to them through the generations must Rumble forward again like a slide of rubbish to which she longed to give the final push and send toppling into the sea but there were all their father’s books they never read them but they were their fathers and must be kept there was the marble top chiffonnier their mother had set store by it they could not remember why round every knob and cushion in the house sentiment gathered a sentiment that was at times personal but more often a faint piety to the dead a prolongation of rites that might have ended at the grave it was absurd if you came to think of it Helen and Tibby came to think of it Margaret was too busy with the house agents the feudal ownership of land did bring dignity whereas the modern ownership of movables is reducing us again to a nomadic horde we are reverting to the civilization of luggage and historians of the future will note how the middle classes accreted possessions without taking root in the earth as may find in this the secret of their imaginative poverty the Schlegel’s were certainly the poorer for the loss of Wickham place it had helped to balance their lives and almost to counsel him nor is their ground landlord’s spiritually the richer he has built flats on its site his motorcars grow swifter his exposures of socialism more trenchant but he has spilt the precious distillation of the years and no chemistry of his can give it back to society again Margaret grew depressed she was anxious to settle on a house before they left town to pay their annual visit to mrs. Munt she enjoyed this visit and wanted to have her mind at ease for it Swanage though dull was stable and this year she longed more than usual for its fresh air and for the Magnificent Downs that guarded on the north but London thwarted her in its atmosphere she could not concentrate London only stimulates it cannot sustain and Margaret hurrying over its surface for a house without knowing what sort of house she wanted was paying for many a thrilling sensation in the past she could not even break loose from culture and her time was wasted by concerts which would be sin to miss and invitations which would never do to refuse at last she grew desperate she resolved that she would go nowhere and be at home to no one until she found a house and broke the resolution in half an hour once she had humorously lamented that she had never been to Simpsons restaurant in the Strand now a note arrived from miss Wilcox asking her to lunch there mr. Cohill was coming and the three would have such a jolly chat and perhaps end up at the Hippodrome Margaret had no strong regard for Evie and no desire to meet her fiance and she was surprised that Helen who had been far funnier about Simpsons had not been asked instead but the invitation touched her by its intimate tone she must know Evie Wilcox better than she supposed and declaring that she simply must she accepted but when she saw Evie at the entrance of the restaurant staring fiercely at nothing after the fashion of athletic women her heart failed her new miss Wilcox had changed perceptibly since her engagement her voice was gruff er her manner more downright and she was inclined to patronize the more foolish virgin Margaret was silly enough to be pained at this depressed at her isolation she saw not only houses and furniture but the vessel of life itself slipping past her with people like Evie and mr. Cahill on board there are moments when virtue and wisdom fail us and one of them came to her at Simpsons in the Strand as she tried the staircase narrow but carpeted

thickly as she entered the eating room where saddles of mutton were being trundled up to expectant clergymen she had a strong if erroneous conviction of her own futility and wished she had never come out of her backwater where nothing happened except art and literature and where no one ever got married or succeeded in remaining engaged then came a little surprised father might be if the party yes father was with a smile of pleasure she moved forward to greet him and her feeling of loneliness vanished I thought I’d get round if I could said he Evie told me if a little plan so I just slipped in and secured a table always secure a table first Evie don’t pretend you want to sit by your old father because you don’t miss Schlegel come in my side out of pity my goodness but you look tired been worrying round off to your young Tharks no after houses said Margaret edging past him into the box I’m hungry not tired tweet heaps that’s good what do you have fish pie said she with a glance at the menu fish pie fancy coming for fish pie to Simpsons it’s not a bit the thing to go for here go something for me then said Margaret pulling off her gloves her spirits were rising and his reference to Leonard bast and warmed her curiously saddle of mutton said he after profound reflection and cider to drink that’s the type of thing I like this place for a joke once in a way it is so thoroughly Old English don’t you agree yes said Margaret who didn’t the order was given the joint rolled up and the carver under mr. Wilcox’s direction cut the meat where it was succulent and piled their plates high mr. Cohill insisted on sirloin but admitted that he had made a mistake later on he and Evie soon fell into a conversation of the no I didn’t yes you did type conversation which though fascinating to those who are engaged in it neither desires nor deserves the attention of others it’s a golden rule to tip the cava tip every where’s my motto perhaps it does make life more human then the fellows no one again especially in the east if you tip they remember you from years and years and have you been in the East o Greece and the Levant I used to go out for sport and business to Cyprus some military society was sought there a few piastres properly distributed helped to keep one’s memory green but you of course think this shockingly cynical how’s your discussion society getting on any new utopias lately no I’m house-hunting mr. Wilcox as I’ve already told you once do you know of any houses afraid I don’t well what’s the point of being practical if you can’t find too distressed females a house we merely want a small house with large rooms and plenty of them Evie I like that miss Schlegel expects me to turn house agent for her what’s that father I want a new home in September and someone must find it I can’t Percy do you know of anything can’t say I do said mr. Kyle now like you you’re never any good never any good just listen to her never any good Oh calm well you aren’t miss Schlegel is he the torrents of their love having splashed these drops at Margaret swept away on its habitual course she sympathized with it now for a little comfort had restored her geniality speech and silence pleased her equally and while mr. wilcox made some preliminary inquiries about cheese her eyes surveyed the restaurant and admired its well calculated tributes to the solidity of our past though no more old english than the works of Kipling it had selected its reminiscences so adroitly that her criticism was loaned and the guests whom it was nourishing for Imperial purposes more the outer semblance of parson Adams or Tom Jones scraps of their talk jarred oddly on the ear right you are all cable it out to Uganda this evening came from the table behind their Emperor wants war well let him have it was the opinion of the clergyman she smiled at such incongruities next time she said to mr Wilcox you shall come to lunch with me at mr. Eustace Myles is with pleasure no you’d hate it she said pushing her glass towards him for some more cider it’s all proteins and body buildings and people come up to you and beg your pardon but you have such a beautiful aura how what never heard of an aura oh happy happy man I scrub it mine for hours nor of an astral plane he had heard of astral planes and censured them just so luckily it was Helens or a not mine and she had a chaperone er to do the politeness ‘as i just sat with my handkerchief to my mouth to the man went funny experiences seemed to come to you two girls no one’s ever asked me about my what do you call it perhaps I’ve not got one you’re bound to have one but it may be such a terrible colour that no one dares mention it tell me the initial egg or do you really believe in the supernatural and all that too difficult to question why is that Gruyere or Stilton Gruyere please better

have Stilton Stilton because there I don’t believe in auras and I think theosophy is only a halfway house yeah there may be something in it all the same he concluded with the frown not even that it may be halfway in the wrong direction I can’t explain I don’t believe in all these fads and yet I don’t like saying that I don’t believe in them he’s unsatisfied and said so you wouldn’t give me your word that you don’t hold with astral bodies and all the rest of it I could said Margaret surprised that the point was of any importance to him indeed I will when I talked about scrubbing my aura I was only trying to be funny but why do you want this settled I don’t know now mr. Wilcox you do know yes I am no you’re not burst from the lovers opposite margaret was silent for a moment and then changed the subject how’s your house much the same as when you wanted it last week I don’t mean do C Street how are then of course why of course can’t you turn at your tenant and let it to us we’re nearly demented let me think I wish I could help you but I thought you wanted to be in town one bit of advice fix your district then fix your price and then don’t Bunch that’s how I got both do C Street and oniton I said to myself I mean to be exactly here and I was and honest ins a place in a thousand but I do budge gentlemen seem to mesmerize houses cow them with an eye and up they come trembling ladies can’t its the houses that are mesmerizing me I’ve no control over the saucy things houses are alive no I’m out of my depth he said and added didn’t you talk rather like that your office boy did I I mean I did more or less I talked the same way to everyone or try to yes I know and how much do you suppose that he understood of it that’s his lookout I don’t believe in suiting my conversation to my company one can doubtless hit upon some medium of exchange that seems to do well enough but it’s no more like the real thing than money is like food there’s no nourishment in it you pass it to the lower classes and they pass it back to you and this you call social intercourse or mutual endeavor when it’s mutual priggishness if it’s anything our friends at Chelsea don’t see this they say one ought to be at all costs intelligible and sacrifice lower classes interrupts mr. Wilcox as it were thrusting his hand into her speech well you do admit that they were rich and poor that’s thing Margaret could not reply was he incredibly stupid or did he understand her better than she understood herself you do admit that if wealth was divided up equally in a few years there would be rich and poor again just the same the hard-working man would come to the top the wastrel sink to the bottom everyone admits that you’re socialists don’t my socialists do yours mayn’t but I strongly suspect yours have not been socialists but ninepins which you have constructed for your own amusement I can’t imagine any living creature who had Bowl over quite so easily he would have resented this had she not been a woman but women may say anything it was one of his holiest beliefs and he only retorted with a gay smile my I don’t care you’ve made two damaging Commission’s and I’m hotly with you in both in time they finished lunch and Margaret had excused herself from the Hippodrome took her leave Evie had scarcely addressed her and she suspected that the entertainment had been planned by the father he and she were advancing out of their respective families towards a more intimate acquaintance it had begun long ago she had been his wife’s friend and as such she had given her that silver vinaigrette as a memento it was pretty of him to have given that vinaigrette and he had always preferred her to Helen unlike most men but the events had been astonishing lately they had done more in a week than in two years and were really beginning to know each other she did not forget his promise to sample Eustace miles and asked him as soon as she could secure tibias as chaperone he came and partook of bodybuilding dishes with humility next morning the Schlegel’s left for Swanage they had not succeeded in finding a new home end of chapter 17 Howards End by E M Forster chapter 18 as they were seated at Aunt juley’s breakfast table at the bays parrying her excessive hospitality and enjoying the view of the bay a letter came from Margaret and threw her into perturbation it was from mr. Wilcox it announced an important change in his plans owing to Evie’s marriage he had decided to give up his house in deucey Street and was willing to let it honor the yearly tenancy it was a businesslike letter and stated frankly what he would do for them and what he would not do also the rent if they approved Margaret was to come up at once the words were underlined as is necessary when dealing with women and to go over the house with him if they disapproved a wire would oblige as he should put it into the

hands of an agent the letter perturbed because she was not sure what it meant if he liked her if he had maneuvered to get her to Simpsons might this be a manoeuvre to get her to London and result in offer of marriage she put it to herself as in delicately as possible in the hope that her brain would cry rubbish you’re a self-conscious fool but her brain only tingled a little and was silent and for a time she sat gazing at the mincing waves and wondering whether the news would seem strange to the others as soon as she began speaking the sound of her own voice reassured her there could be nothing in it the replies also were typical and in the buff of conversation her fears vanished you needn’t go though began her hostess I needn’t but hadn’t I better it’s really getting rather serious we let chance after chance slip and the end of it is that we shall be bundled out bag and baggage to the street we don’t know what we want that’s the mischief with us no we have no real ties said Helen helping herself to toast shan’t I go up to town today take the house if it’s the least possible and then come down by the afternoon train tomorrow and start enjoying myself I shall be no fun to myself or others until this business is off my mind well she won’t do anything rash Margaret there’s nothing rash to do who are the Wilcoxes said Tibby a question that sounds silly but was really extremely subtle as his aunt found her cost when she tried to answer it I don’t manage the Wilcoxes I don’t see where they come in no more do I agreed Helen it’s funny that we just don’t site of them out of all our hotel acquaintances mr. Wilcox is the only one who has stuck it is now over three years and we have drifted away from far more interesting people in that time interesting people don’t get one houses Meg if you start in your honest English main I shall throw the treacle at you it’s a better vein than the cosmopolitan said Margaret’s getting up now children which is it to be you know the dulce Street house shall I say yes or shall I say no Tibby laughs which I’m specially anxious to pin you down it all depends on what meaning you attached the word possum it depends on nothing of the sort say yes say no then Margaret spoke rather seriously I think she said that our race is degenerating we cannot settle even this little thing what will be like we have to settle the big one it will be as easy as eating returned Helen I was thinking a father how could he settle to leave Germany as he did when he had fought for it as a young man and all his feelings and friends were Prussian how could he break loose of patriotism and begin aiming at something else it would have killed me when he was nearly 40 he could change countries and ideals and we at our age can’t change houses it’s humiliating your father may have been able to change countries said mrs. Munt with asperity and that may or may not to be a good thing but he could change house is no better than you can in fact much worse never shall I forget what poor him and he suffered in the move from Manchester I knew it cried Helen I told you so it is the little things one bungles that the big real ones are nothing when they come bungle my dear you are too little to recollect in fact you weren’t there but the furniture was actually in the vans on the move before the least for Wickham place was signed and Emily took train with baby who was Margaret then and a smaller luggage for London without so much as knowing where her new home would be getting away from that house may be hard but it is nothing to the misery that we all went through getting you into it Helen with her mouth full cried and that’s the man who beat the Austrians and the dames and the French and who beat the Germans that were inside himself and we’re like him speak for yourself said titty remember that I am cosmopolitan please the heaven may be right of course she’s right said Helen Helen might be right but she did not go up to London Margaret did that an interrupted holiday is the worst of the minor worries and one may be pardoned for feeling morbid when a business letter snatches went away from the sea and Friends she could not believe that her father had ever felt the same her eyes had been troubling her lately so that she could not read in the train and it bored her to look at the landscape which she had seen but yesterday at Southampton she waved to Frida Frida was on her way down to join them in Swanage and mrs. Munt had calculated that their trains would cross but Frida was looking the other way and Margaret traveled on to town feeling solitary and old made –is– howl like an old maid to fancy that mr. Wilcox was courting her she had once visited a spinster poor silly and unattractive whose mania it was that every man who approached her fell in love how Margaret’s heart had bled for the deluded thing how she had lectured reasoned and in despair acquiesced I may have been deceived by the curate my dear but the young fellow who brings the midday post really is fond of me and has as a matter of fact it had always seemed to her the most hideous corner of old

age yet she might be driven into it herself by the mere pressure of virginity mr. Wilcox met her at Waterloo himself she felt certain that he was not the same as usual for one thing he took offence at everything she said this is awfully kind of you she began but I’m afraid it’s not going to do the house has not been built that suits the Schlegel family what have you come up determined not to deal not exactly not exactly in that case let’s be starting she lingered to admire the motor which was new and a fairer creature than the Vermilion giant that had born aunt juley to her doom three years before presumably it’s very beautiful she said how do you like it crane come let’s be starting repeated her host how on earth did you know that my chauffeur was called crane why I know crane I’ve been for a drive with Evie once I know that you’ve got a parlor maid called Milton I know all sorts of things Evie he echoed an injured you won’t see her she’s gone out with Karl it’s no fun I can tell you being left so much alone I’ve got my work all day indeed a great deal too much of it but when I come home in the evening I tell you I can’t stand the house in my absurd way I’m lonely too Margaret applied it’s heartbreaking to leave ones old home I scarcely remember anything before we can place and Helen and Tibby were born there Helen says you two feel lonely horribly hello Parliament’s back mr Wilcox glanced at Parliament contemptuously the more important ropes of life lay elsewhere yes they are talking again said he but you were going to say only some rubbish about furniture Helen says it alone indoors while men in houses perish and that in the end the world would be a desert of chairs and sofas just imagine it rolling through infinity with no one to sit upon them your sister o is likes a little joke she says yes my brother says no to do C Street it’s no fun helping us mr. Wilcox I assure you you are not as impractical as you pretend I shall never believe it Margaret laughed but she was quite as unpractical she could not concentrate on details Parliament the Thames the irresponsive chauffeur would flash into the field of house-hunting and all demand some comment or response it is impossible to see modern life steadily and see it whole and she had chosen to see it whole mr. Wilcox saw steadily he never bothered over the mysterious or the private the Thames might run inland from the sea the chauffeur might conceal all passion and philosophy beneath his unhealthy skin they knew their own business and he knew his yet she liked being with him he was not a rebuke but a stimulus and banished morbidity some twenty years her senior he preserved a gift that she supposed herself to have already lost not youths creative power but it’s self confidence and optimism he was so sure that it was a very pleasant world his complexion was robust his hair had receded but not thinned the thick mustache and the eyes that Helen had compared to brandy balls had an agreeable menace in them whether they were turned towards the slums or towards the Stars someday in the Millennium there may be for his type at present homages due to it from those who think themselves superior and who possibly are at all events he responded to my telegram promptly here marked her even I know a good thing when I see it I’m glad you don’t despise the goods of this world patents know only idiots and prigs do that I am glad very glad he repeated suddenly softening and turning to her as if the remark had pleased him there is so much can’t talked in would be intellectual circles I am glad you don’t share it self-denial is all very well as a means of strengthening the character but I can’t stand those people who run down comforts they usually have some axe to grind can you it comfort it sort of two kinds said Margaret who was keeping herself in hand those we can share with others like fire weather or music and those we can’t the food for instance it depends I mean reasonable comforts of course I shouldn’t like to think that you he bent near the sentence died unfinished Margaret’s head turned very stupid and the inside of it seemed to revolve like the beacon in a lighthouse he did not kiss her for the hour was half past twelve and the car was passing by the stables of Buckingham Palace but the atmosphere was so charged with emotion that people only seemed to exist on her account and she was surprised that crane did not realize this and turn round idiot though she might be surely mr. Wilcox was more how should one put it more psychological than usual always a good judge of character for business purposes he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field and to note qualities outside neatness obedience and decision I want to go over the whole house she announced when they arrived as soon as I get back to Swanage which will be tomorrow afternoon I’ll talk it over once more

with Helen and Tibby and why are you yes or no right the dining room and they began their survey the dining room was big but over furnished Chelsea would have moaned aloud mr. Wilcox had issued those decorative schemes that winced and relent and refrain and achieve beauty by sacrificing comfort and pluck after so much self colour and self-denial Margaret viewed with relief the sumptuous dado the frieze the gilded wallpaper amid whose foliage parrots sang it would never do with her own furniture but those heavy chairs that immense sideboard loaded with presentation plate stood up against its pressure like men the room suggested men and Margaret keen to derive the modern capitalist from the Warriors and hunters of the past saw it as an ancient guest Hall where the Lord sat at meat among his Thane’s even the Bible the Dutch Bible that Charles had brought back from the Boer War fell into position such a room and midden loot now the entrance hole the entrance hall was paved hair.we fellow smoke wee fellows smoked in shares of maroon leather It was as if a motorcar had spawned Oh jolly said Margaret sinking into one of them you do like it he said fixing his eyes on her upturned face and surely betraying an almost intimate note it’s all rubbish not making oneself comfortable isn’t it yes semi rubbish are those Crookshanks McGill raised shall we go on upstairs does all this furniture come from Howards End the hounds and furniture has all gone to oniton and does however I’m concerned with the house not the furniture how big is this smoking room I’m 30 by 15 no wait a minute 15 and a half how well mr. Wilcox aren’t you ever amused at the solemnity with which me middle classes approached the subject of houses they proceeded to the drawing-room Chelsea managed better here it was sallow and ineffective one can visualize the ladies withdrawing to it while their Lords discussed life’s realities below to the accompaniment of cigars had mrs Wilcox his drawing room looked thus at Howards End just as this thought entered Margaret’s brain mr. Wilcox did ask her to be his wife and the knowledge that she had been right so overcame her that she nearly fainted but the proposal was not to rank among the world’s great love scenes miss Schlegel his voice was firm I have had you up on false pretenses I wanted to speak about a much more serious matter than a house Margaret almost answered I know could you be induced to share my is it probable oh mr. Wilcox she interrupted holding the piano and averting her eyes I see I see I will write to you afterwards if I may he began to stammer miss Schlegel Margaret you don’t understand oh yes indeed yes said Margaret I am asking you to be my wife so deep already was her sympathy that when he said I am asking you to be my wife she made herself give a little start she must show surprise if he expected it an immense joy came over her it was indescribable it had nothing to do with humanity and most resembled the all-pervading happiness of fine weather fine weather is due to the Sun but Margaret could think of no central radiance here she stood in his drawing-room happy and longing to give happiness on leaving him she realized that the central radiance had been loved you want offended miss Schlegel how could I be offended there was a moment’s pause he was anxious to get rid of her and she knew it she had too much intuition to look at him as he struggled for possessions that money cannot buy he desired comradeship and affection but he feared them and she who had taught herself only to desire and could have clothed the struggle with beauty held back and hesitated with him goodbye she continued you will have a letter from me I am going back to Swanage tomorrow thank you a goodbye and it’s you I thank I may order the mortar round Manti that would be most kind I wish I had written instead ought I to have written not at all there’s just one question she shook her head he looked a little bewildered and they parted they parted without shaking hands she had kept the interview for his sake intents of the quietest gray hit she thrilled with happiness there she reached her own house others had loved her in the past if one may apply to their brief desires so grave a word but those others had been ninnies young men who had nothing better to do old men who could find nobody better and she had often loved to but only so far as the facts of sex demanded mere yearnings for the masculine to be dismissed for what they were worth with a smile never before had her personality been touched she was not young or very [ __ ] and it amazed her that a man of any standing should take her seriously as she sat trying to do accounts in her empty house amidst beautiful pictures

and Noble books waves of emotion broke as if a tide of passion was flowing through the night air she shook her head tried to concentrate her attention and failed in veins did she repeat and I’ve been through this sort of thing before she had never been through it the big machinery as opposed to the little have been set in motion and the idea that mr Wilcox loved obsessed her before she came to love him in return she would come to no decision yet oh so this is so sudden that prudish phrase exactly expressed her when her time came premonitions are not preparation she must examine more closely her own nature and his she must talk it over do digitally with Helen it had been a strange love scene the central radiance unacknowledged from first to last she in his place would have said ich liebe de but perhaps it was not his habit to open the heart he might have done it if she had pressed him as a matter of duty perhaps England expects every man to open his heart once but the effort would have jarred him and never if she could avoid it should he lose those defenses that he had chosen to raise against the world he must never be bothered with emotional talk or with a display of sympathy he was an elderly man now and it would be futile and impudent to correct him mrs. Wilcox strayed in and out ever a welcome ghost surveying the scene thought margaret without one hint of bitterness end of chapter 18 Howards End by E M Forster chapter 19 if one wanted to show a foreigner England perhaps the wisest course would be to take him to the final section of the Purbeck hills and stand him on their summit a few miles to the east of Korff then system after system of our island would roll together under his feet beneath him is the valley of the Frome and all the wild lands that come tossing down from Dorchester black and gold to mirror their gorse in the expanses of pool the valley of the store is beyond unaccountable stream dirty at Blandford pure at whim born the store sliding out of fat fields to marry the Aven beneath the Tower of Christchurch the valley of the Athan invisible but far to the north the trained eye may see clear brie ring that guards it and the imagination may leap beyond that on to Salisbury Plain itself and beyond the plain to all the glorious towns of central England nor is suburbia absent bournemouth ignoble Coast cowards to the right heralding the pine trees that mean for all their beauty red houses and the stock exchange and extends to the gates of London itself so tremendous is the city’s trail but the cliffs of fresh water it shall never touch and the island will guard the islands purity till the end of time seen from the West the white is beautiful beyond all laws of beauty it is as if a fragment of England floated forward to greet the foreigner chalk of our chalk turf of our turf epitome of what will follow and behind the fragment lies Southampton hostess to the nation’s and Portsmouth a latent fire and all around it with double and treble collision of tides swirls the sea how many villages appear in this view how many castles how many churches vanished or triumphant how many ships railways and roads what incredible variety of men working beneath that loosened sky to what final end the reason fails like a wave on the Swanage beach the imagination swells spreads and deepens until it becomes Geographic and in circles England so Frieda mosebach now Frau architect lisa k– and mother to her husband baby was brought up to these heights to be impressed and after a prolonged gaze she said that the hills were more swelling here than in prom Aranea which was true but did not seem to mrs. Munt opposite Poole Harbour was dry which led her to praise the absence of muddy foreshore at the friedrich wilhelm SPAD rügen where beech trees hang over the timeless baltic and Powell as may contemplate the brine rather unhealthy mrs. Munt thought this would be water being safer when it moved about and your English snakes Vindhya grasmere Oz a zen unhealthy no fairly sick but that is because they a freshwater add different salt water ought to have tides and go up and down a great deal or else it smells look for instance at an aquarium an aquarium or missus month you mean to tell me that fresh aquarium sickness and salt why then Victor my brother-in-law collected many tadpoles you are not to say stink interrupted Helen at least you may say it but you must pretend you are being funny while you say it then smell and the mud of your pool down Sarah does it not smell or may I say stink ha ha there always has been mud in Poole

Harbour said mrs. Munt with a slight frown the rivers bring it down and the most valuable oyster fishery depends upon it yes that is so conceded Frieda and another international incident was closed Bournemouth is resumed their hostess quoting a local rhyme to which she was much attached Bournemouth is pool walls and Swanage is to be the most important tower of all and biggest of the three now for leasing I have shown you Bournemouth and I have shown you pool so let us walk backward a little and look down again at Swanage aren’t Julie wouldn’t that be makes train a tiny puff of smoke had been circling the harbour and now is bearing southwards towards them over the black and the gold Oh dearest Margaret I do hope she won’t be overtired oh I do wonder I do wonder whether she’s taken the house but I hope she hasn’t been hasty so do i oh so do I will it be as beautiful as you can place Frieda asked I should think it would trust mr. Wilcox for doing himself proud all those Duty Street houses are beautiful in their modern way and I can’t think why he doesn’t keep on with it but it’s really for Evie that he went there and now the TV’s going to be married ah you’ve never seen miss Wilcox Frieda how absurdly matrimonial you are but sister Sue’s at Paul yes add to that Charles said mrs. Munt with feeling Oh Helen Helen what a time that was Helen laughed meg and I haven’t got such tender hearts if there’s a chance of a cheap house we go for it now look Frannie sick at my niece’s train you see it is coming towards us coming and coming and when it gets to course it will actually go through the downs on which we are standing so that if we walk over as I suggested and look down on Swanage we shall see it coming on the other side shall we Frieda assented and in a few minutes they had crossed the ridge and exchanged the greater view for the lesser rather a dull Valley lay below backed by the slope of the coast were downs they were looking across the Isle of Purbeck and on to Swanage soon to be the most important town of all and the ugliest of the three Margaret’s train reappeared as promised and was greeted with approval by her aunt it came to a standstill in the middle distance and there it had been planned that Tibby should meet her and drive her and a tea basket up to join them you see continued Helen to her cousin the Wilcoxes collect houses as your Victor collects tadpoles they have one duty street to Howards End where my great rumpus was three a country seat in Shropshire for Charles has a house in Hilton and five another near Epsom and six Evie will have a house when she marries and probably a PA dart air in the country which makes seven oh yes and Paul a Hut in Africa makes eight I wish we could get Howards End that was something like a dear little house didn’t she thinks they want Judy I had too much to do dear to look at it said mrs. Munt with a gracious dignity I had everything to settle and explained and Charles Wilcox to keep it his place besides it is likely I just remember much I just remember having lunch in your bedroom yes so do i but oh dear dear how dead it all seems and in the autumn there began this aunty pauline movement you and Frieda and Meg and mrs Wilcox all obsessed with the idea that I might yet marry Paul you yet may said Frieda despondently Helen shook her head the great Wilcox peril will never return if I’m certain of anything into that one is certain of nothing but the truth of one’s own emotions the remark felled damply on the conversation but Helen slipped her arm round her cousin somehow liking her the better for making it it was not an original remark nor had Freda appropriated it passionately for she had a patriotic rather than a philosophic mind yet it betrayed that interest in the universal which the average Teuton possesses and the average Englishman does not it was however logically the good the beautiful the true as opposed to the respectable the pretty the adequate it was a landscape of Buckland’s beside a landscape of lehder strident and ill-considered but quivering into supernatural life it sharpened idealism stirred the soul it may have been a bad preparation for what followed look cried Aunt juley hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down stag where I stand and you will see the pony cart coming I see the pony cart coming they stood and saw the pony cart coming Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it leaving the outskirts of Swanage it drove for a little through the budding lanes and then began the ascent have you got the house they shouted long before she could possibly hear Helen ran down

to meet her the high road passed over a saddle and a track went to thence at right angles along the ridge of the down have you bought the house Margaret shook her head oh what a nuisance so we are as we were not exactly she got out looking tired some mystery said Tibby we ought to be enlightened presently Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage for mr Wilcox Helen was amused she opened the gate on to the down so that her brother might leave the pony through it’s just like a widower she remarked they’ve cheek enough for anything and invariably select one of their first wives friends Margaret’s face flashed despair that type she broke off with a cry meg not anything wrong with you wait one minute said Margaret whispering always but you’ve never conceivably you’ve never she pulled herself together Tibbie hurry up through I can’t hold this gate in definitely aren’t Julie I say aunt juley make the tea will you and Freda we’ve got to talk houses and I’ll come on afterwards and then turning her face to her sisters she burst into tears Margaret was stupefied she heard herself saying really she felt herself touched with a hand that trembled don’t sob Helen don’t don’t make don’t she seemed incapable of saying any other word Margaret trembling herself led her forward up the road till they strayed through another gate on to the down don’t don’t do such a thing I tell you not to don’t I know don’t what do you know panic and emptiness sobbed Helen don’t then Margaret thought Helen is a little selfish I have never behaved like this when there has seemed a chance of her marrying she said but we would still see each other very often and it’s not a thing like that sobbed Helen and she broke right away and wandered distractedly upwards stretching her hands towards the view and crying what’s happened to you called Margaret following through the wind that gathers at sundown on the northern slopes of hills but it’s stupid and suddenly stupidity seized her and the immense landscape was blurred but Helen turned back Meg I don’t know what’s happened to either of us said Margaret wiping her eyes we must both have gone mad then Helen wiped hers and they even laughed a little look here sit down all right I’ll sit down if you’ll sit down there one kiss now whatever whatever is the matter I do mean what I said don’t it wouldn’t do Oh Helen stop saying don’t it’s ignorant it’s as if your head wasn’t out of the slime don’t is probably what mrs. bast says all the day – mr. bast Helen was silent well tell me about it first and meanwhile perhaps I’ll have got my head out of the slime that’s better well where shall I begin when I arrived at Waterloo no I’ll go back before that because I’m anxious you should know everything from the first the first was about ten days ago it was the day mr vast came to tea and lost his temper I was defending him and mr. Wilcox became jealous about me however slightly I thought it was the involuntary thing which men can’t help any more than we can you know at least I know in my own case when a man has said to me so in foes a pretty girl I am seized with a momentary sourness against so-and-so and long to tweak her ear it’s a tiresome feeling but not an important one and one easily manages it but it wasn’t only this in mr. Wilcox’s case I gather now then you love him Margaret considered it is wonderful knowing that a real man cares for you she said the mere fact of that grows more tremendous remember I’ve known and liked him steadily for nearly three years but loved him Margaret peered into her past it is pleasant to analyze feelings while they are still only feelings and unembodied in the social fabric with her arm round Helen and her eyes shifting over the view as if this county or that could reveal the secret of her own heart she meditated honestly and said no but he will yes said Margaret of that I’m pretty sure indeed I began the moment he spoke to me and have settled to marry him I had but in wanting a long talk about it now what is it against him Helen you must try and say Helen in her turn looked outwards it is ever since poor she said finally but what is mr. Wilcox to do with Paul but he was there they were all there that morning when I came down to breakfast and saw that Paul was frightened the man who loved me frightened and all his paraphernalia

fallen so that I knew it was impossible because personal relations the most important thing forever and ever and not is out of life of telegrams and anger she poured the sentence forth in one breath but her sister understood it because it touched on thoughts that were familiar between them that’s foolish in the first place I disagree about the outer life well we’ve often argued that the real point is that there is the widest gulf between mine lovemaking and yours yours was romance mine will be prose I’m not running it down a very good kind of prose but well are considered well thought out for instance I know all mr. Wilcox’s faults he’s afraid of emotion he cares too much about success too little about the past his sympathy lacks poetry and so isn’t sympathy really I’d even say she looked at the shining lagoons that spiritually he’s not as honest as I am doesn’t that satisfy you know it doesn’t said Helen it makes me feel worse and worse you must be mad Margaret made a movement of irritation I don’t intend him or any man or any woman to be all my life good heavens no there are heaps of things in me that he doesn’t and shall never understand that she spoke before the wedding ceremony in the physical union before the astonishing glass shade had fallen that interposes between married couples in the world she was to keep her independence more than to most women as yet marriage was to alter her fortunes rather than her character and she was not far wrong and boasting that she understood her future husband yet he did alter her character a little there was an unforeseen surprise a cessation of the winds and odors of life a social pressure that would have her think conjugally so with him she continued there are heaps of things in him more especially things that he does that will always be hidden from me he has all those public qualities which you so despised and enable all this she waved her hand at the landscape which confirmed anything if Wilcox’s hadn’t worked and died in England for thousands of years you and I couldn’t sit here without having our throats cut there would be no trains no ships to carry us literary people about him no fields even just savagery no perhaps not even that without his spirit life might never have moved out of protoplasm more and more do I refuse to draw my income and sneer at those who guarantee it there are times when it seems to me and to me and to all women so one kissed Paul that’s brutal said Margaret mine is an absolutely different case I thought things out it makes no difference thinking things out they come to the same rubbish there was a long silence during which the tide returned into Poole Harbour one would lose something murmured Helen apparently to herself the water crept over the mudflats towards the gorse and the black and heather ranks the island lost its immense for shores and became a somber episode of trees Frome was forced inward towards Dorchester store against Wimborne even towards Salisbury and over the immense displacement the son presided leading it to triumph ere he sank to rest England was alive throbbing through all her estuaries crying for joy through the mouths of all her girls and the north wind with contrary motion blew stronger against her rising seas what did it mean for what end are her fair complexities her changes of soil her sinuous Coast does she belong to those who have moulded her and made her feared by other lands or to those who have added nothing to her power but have somehow seen her seen the whole island at once lying as a jewel in a silver sea sailing as a ship of souls with all the brave world’s fleet accompanying her towards eternity end of chapter 19 Howards End by Iain Forster chapter 20 Margaret had often wondered at the disturbance that takes place in the world’s waters when love who seems so tiny a pebble slips in whom does love concern beyond the beloved and the lover yet his impact deluge is a hundred shores no doubt the disturbance is really the spirit of the generations welcoming the new generation and chafing against the ultimate fate who holds all the Seas in the palm of her hand but love cannot understand this he cannot comprehend another’s infinity he is conscious only of his own flying sunbeam falling Rose pebble that asks for one quiet plunge below the fretting interplay of space and time he knows that he will survive at the end of things and be gathered by fate as a jewel from the slime and be handed with admiration round the Assembly of the gods men did produce this they will say and saying they will give men immortality but meanwhile what agitations meanwhile the foundations of property and propriety are laid bare

twin rocks family pride flounders to the surface puffing and blowing and refusing to be comforted theology vaguely ascetic gets up a nasty groundswell then the lawyers are aroused cold brood and creep out of their holes they do what they can they tidy up property and propriety reassured theology and family pride half guineas are poured on the troubled waters the lawyers creep back and if all has gone well love joins one man and woman together in matrimony Margaret had expected the disturbance and was not irritated by it for a sensitive woman she had steady nerves and can bear with the incongruous and the grotesque and besides there was nothing excessive about her love affair good humor was the dominant note of her relations with mr Wilcox or as I must now call him Henry Henry did not encourage romance and she was no girl to fidget for it an acquaintance had become a lover might become a husband but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one in this spirit she promised to marry him he was in Swanage on the morrow bearing the engagement ring they greeted one another with a hearty cordiality that impressed aunt juley Henry dined at the bays but he had engaged a bedroom in the principal hotel he was one of those men who knew the principal hotel by instinct after dinner he asked Margaret if she wouldn’t care for a turn on the parade she accepted and could not repress a little tremor it would be her first real love scene but as she put on her hat she burst out laughing love was so unlike the article served up in books the joy though genuine was different the mystery and unexpected mystery for one thing mr Wilcox still seemed a stranger for a time they talked about the ring then she said do you remember the embankment at Chelsea it can’t be ten days ago yes he said laughing and you and your sister were head and ears deep in some quixotic scheme far well I little thought then certainly did you I don’t know about that like to say why was it Dalia she cried did you think of me this way earlier how extraordinarily interesting Henry tell me that Henry had no intention of telling perhaps he could not have told for his mental states became obscure as soon as he had passed through them he miss liked the very word interesting Cano ting it with wasted energy and even with morbidity hard facts were enough for him I didn’t think of it she pursued no when he spoke to me in the drawing room that was practically the first it was also different from what it’s supposed to be on the stage or in books a proposal is how shall I put it a full-blown affair a kind of bouquet it loses its literal meaning but in life a proposal really is a proposal and by the way a suggestion a seed she concluded and the thought flew away into darkness I was thinking if you didn’t mind that we ought to spend this evening in a business talk there will be so much to settle I think so too tell me in the first place how did you get on with tibi with your brother yes during cigarettes oh very well I’m so glad she answered a little surprised what did you talk about and me presumably about grease to grease was a very good card Henry Tibby’s only a boy still and one has to pick and choose subjects a little well done I was telling him I have shares in a current farm near kalamata what a delightful thing to have share ‘then can’t we go there for our honeymoon what to do to eat the currants and isn’t there marvellous scenery moderately but it’s not the kind of place one could possibly go to with a lady why not no hotels some ladies do without hotels are you aware that Helen and I have walked alone over the Apennines with our luggage on our backs I wasn’t aware and if I can manage it you will never do such a thing again she said more gravely you haven’t found time for a talk with Helen yet I suppose no do before you go I am so anxious you two should be friends well sister and I have always stood off he said negligently but were drifting away from our business let me begin at the beginning you know the TV is going to marry Percy Cahill at all his uncle exactly the girls madly in love with him a very good sort of fellow but he demands and rightly a suitable provision with her ad in the second place he will naturally understand there was Charles before leaving town I wrote Charles a very careful letter you see he has an increasing family and increasing expenses and the I and W a is nothing particular just now though capable of development poor fellow murmured Margaret looking out to see and not understanding Charles being the oldest son someday Charles will have Howards End but I am anxious in my own happiness not to be unjust to others of course not

she began and then gave a little cry you mean money how stupid I am of course not oddly enough he winced a little at the word yes money since you put it so frankly I am determined to be just to all just to you just to them I am determined that my children shall have no case against me be generous to them she said sharply bothered justice I am determined and an already written to Charles to that effect but how much have you got what how much have you got a year I’ve 600 my income yes we must begin with how much you have before we can settle on how much it can give Charles justice and even generosity depend on that I must say you’re a downright young woman he observed patting her arm and laughing a little what a question to spring on a fellow don’t you know your income oh don’t you want to tell it me I that’s all right now she patted him don’t tell me I don’t want to know I can do the sum just as well by proportion divide your income into ten parts how many parts would you give to Evie how many to Charles how many to Paul the fact is my dear I hadn’t any intention of bothering you with details I only wanted to let you know that well that something must be done for the others and you’ve understood me perfectly so let’s pass on to the next point yes we’ve settled that said Margaret undisturbed by his strategic blunder rings go ahead give away all you can bearing in mind either clear 600 what a mercy it is to have all this money about one we’ve done too much I assure you you’re marrying a poor man Helen wouldn’t agree with me here she continued Helen Darin slang the rich being rich herself but she would like to there’s an alter notion that I haven’t yet got to hold of running about the back of her brain that poverty is somehow real she dislikes all organization and probably confuses wealth with the technique of wealth sovereigns in a stocking wouldn’t bother her checks do helen is too relentless one can’t deal in her high-handed manner with the world there’s this other point and then I must go back to my hotel and write some letters what’s to be done now about the house and duty Street to keep it on at least it depends when do you want to marry me she raised her voice as too often and some youths who were also taking the evening air overheard her getting a bit hot a said one mr. Wilcox turned on them and said sharply I say there was silence take care I don’t report you to the police they moved away quietly enough but were only biding their time and the rest of the conversation was punctuated by peals of a nun Governor Burrell after lowering his voice and accusing a hint of a proof into it he said Evie will probably be married in September we could scarcely think of anything before then the earlier the nicer Henry the females are not supposed to say such things but the earlier the nicer how about September for us too he asked rather dryly right shall we go into DC Street ourselves in September or shall we try to bounce Helen and Tibby into it that’s rather an idea they are so unbusinesslike we could make them do anything by judicious management look here yes we’ll do that and we ourselves could live at Howards End or Shropshire he blew out his cheeks heavens how you women do fly round my head’s in a whirl point by point Margaret Howards End impossible I letter to Hamar Bryce on a three years agreement last March don’t you remember Oh latin well that is much much too far away to rely on entirely you will be able to be down there entertaining a certain amount but we must have a house within easy reach of town only do C Street has huge drawbacks there’s a Mews behind Margaret could not help laughing it was the first she had heard of the muse behind CC Street when she was a possible tenant and had suppressed itself not consciously but automatically the breezy Wilcox manner though genuine lacked the clearness and vision that is imperative for truth when Henry lived in DC Street he remembered the muse when he tried to let he forgot it and if anyone had remarked that the muse must be either there or not he would have felt annoyed and afterwards have found some opportunity of stigmatizing the speaker as academic so does my grocer stigmatize me when I complain of the quality of his sultanas and he answers in one breath but they are the best sultanas and how can I expect the best sultanas at that price it is a flaw inherent in the business mind and Margaret may do well to be tender to it considering all the business mind has done for England yes in summer especially the muse is a serious nuisance the smoking-room too is an abominable little den the house opposite has been taken by operatic people juicy streets going down it’s my private opinion how sad it’s only a few years since they built those pretty houses those things are moving good for trade I hate this continual flux of London it isn’t epitome of us at our worst eternal formlessness all the qualities good bad and indifferent streaming away streaming streaming forever that’s why I dread it so i

mistrust rivers even in scenery now the sea high tide yes high tide from the promenade in youth and these are the men to whom we give the vote observe mr. Wilcox omitting to add that they were also the men to whom he gave work as Clarke’s work that scarcely encouraged them to grow into other men however they have their own lives and interests let’s get on he turned as he spoke and prepared to see her back to the base the business was over his hotel was in the opposite direction and if he accompanied her his letters would be late for the post she implored him not to come but he was obdurate a nice beginning if your aunt’s saw you slip in alone but I always do go without alone considering I’ve walked over the Apennines it’s common sense he will make me so angry I doubt the nice to take it as a compliment he laughed and lit a cigar it isn’t meant as a compliment my dear I just won’t have you going about in the dark such people about – it’s dangerous can’t I look after myself I do wish come along Margaret no wheedling a younger woman might have resented his masterly ways but Margaret had to firm a grip of life to make a fuss she was in her own way as masterly if he was a fortress she was a mountain peak whom all might tread but whom the snow is made a nightly virginal disdaining the heroic outfit excitable in her methods garrulous episodically cheryl she misled her lover much as she had misled her aunt he mistook her fertility for weakness he supposed her as clever as they make him but no more not realizing that she was penetrating to the depths of his soul and approving of what she found there and if inside were sufficient if the inner life were the whole of life their happiness has been assured they walked ahead briskly the parade and the road after it were well lighted but it was darker in Aunt juley’s garden as they were going up by the side paths through some rhododendrons mr. wilcox who was in front said Margaret rather huskily turned dropped his cigar and took her in his arms she was startled and nearly screamed but recovered herself at once and kissed with genuine love the lips that were pressed against her own it was their first kiss and when it was over he saw her safely to the door and rang the bell for her but disappeared into the night before the maid answered it on looking back the incident displeased her it was so isolated nothing in their previous conversation had heralded it and were still no tenderness had ensued if a man cannot lead up to passion he can at all events lead down from it and she had hoped after her complaisance for some interchange of gentle words but he had hurried away as if ashamed and for an instant she was reminded of Helen and Paul end of chapter 20 Howards End by E M Forster chapter 21 Charles had just been scolding his dolly she deserved the scolding and had bent before it but her head though bloody was unsubdued and her chi wrappings began to mingle with his retreating Thunder you’ve woken the baby I knew you would roam to foo record he tacitly Tolkien I’m not responsible for what tunkel Percy does nor for anybody else or anything so there who asked him while I was away who asked my sister down to meet him who sent them out in the motor day after day Charles that reminds me of some poem does it indeed we shall all be dancing to a very different music presently miss Schlegel has fairly got us on toast I could simply scratch that woman’s eyes out and to say if my fault is most unfair it’s your fault and five months ago you admitted it I didn’t you did toodle toodle playing on the poodle explained Dolly’s suddenly devoting herself to the child it’s all very well to turn the conversation but father would never have dreamt of marrying as long as Evie was there to make him comfortable but you must need stopped matchmaking besides Carl’s too old of course if you’re going to be rude Oh uncle Percy miss Schlegel always meant to get hold of Howards End and thanks to you she’s got it I call the way you twist things around and make them hang together most unfair you couldn’t have been nasty if he’d caught me flirting could he do dumbs we’re in a bad hole and must make the best of it I shall answer the painters letter civilly he’s evidently anxious to do the decent thing but I do not intend to forget to the Schlegel’s in a hurry as long as they’re on their best behavior dolly are you listening will behave – but if I find them giving themselves airs or monopolizing my father or it’s all ill treating him or worrying him with their artistic beastliness I intend to put my foot down yes firmly taking my mother’s place heaven knows what poor old Paul will say when the news reaches him the interlude closes it has taken place in Charles’s garden at Hilton he and dolly are sitting in deck chairs and their motor is regarding them

placidly from its garage across the lawn a short frocked edition of Charles also regards them placidly a perambulator addition is squeaking a third edition is expected shortly nature is turning out Wilcox’s in this peaceful abode so that they may inherit the earth end of chapter 21