"It gets too dark," she said hopelesly. "This comes of putting
off. We might have known the weather would break up soon; and now
Lucy wants to go to Greece. I don't know what the world's coming
to."
"Mrs. Honeychurch," he said, "go to Greece she must. Come up to
the house and let's talk it over. Do you, in the first place,
mind her breaking with Vyse?"
"Mr. Beebe, I'm thankful--simply thankful."
"So am I," said Freddy.
"Good. Now come up to the house."
They conferred in the dining-room for half an hour.
Lucy would never have carried the Greek scheme alone. It was
expensive and dramatic--both qualities that her mother loathed.
Nor would Charlotte have succeeded. The honours of the day rested
with Mr. Beebe. By his tact and common sense, and by his
influence as a clergyman--for a clergyman who was not a fool
influenced Mrs. Honeychurch greatly--he bent her to their
purpose, "I don't see why Greece is necessary," she said; "but as
you do, I suppose it is all right. It must be something I can't
understand.
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