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    Where Angels Fear to Tread

    By E.M. Forster

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    Where Angels Fear to Tread (1905) is a novel by E. M. Forster, originally entitled Monteriano. The title comes from a line in Alexander Pope's An Essay on Criticism: "For fools rush in where angels fear to tread".
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    Release dateDec 1, 2013
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    E.M. Forster

    Edward Morgan Forster (1879-1970) was an English novelist, short story writer and essayist best known for his books A Room with a View, Howards End and A Passage to India. Born in London as the only child to parents Edward and Lily Forster, Edward inherited a considerable sum of money from his paternal great-aunt that allowed him to embark on a career as a writer. He attended Tonbridge School in Kent but did not enjoy his time there. He then went to King's College in Cambridge where he joined a secret society known as the Apostles, several members of which later helped form the Bloomsbury Group, a literary/philosophical society that boasted such early members as Virginia Woolf, John Maynard Keynes and Vanessa Bell. Upon graduation, Forster went abroad - often escorted by his mother - and wrote of his travels extensively. Upon his return, he set up residence in Weybridge, Surrey where he would write all six of his novels. All of his books were written between 1908 and 1924 and his last, A Passage to India, won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for fiction. Forster was a homosexual and while he never married, he did have several affairs with male lovers during his lifetime, including a forty-year romance with married policeman Bob Buckingham, at whose home he collapsed and died at age 91 of a stroke. Forster explored his struggle with his own sexuality in his book Maurice. Forster was extremely critical of American foreign policy during his lifetime and rebuffed efforts to film adaptations of his novels due to the fact that the productions would likely use American financing. After his death, however, several of his books were made into films and three of them - A Room with a View, Howards End and A Passage to India are among the most highly regarded films of the late 20th century.

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    • 2/5
      I loved Room With a View and Howards End. My expectations were high but the book did not come close to the other two masterpieces. There were no persons to like in this tale - it left me cold and indifferent - couldn't wait for the italien wailing and the english prudishness to end.
    • 3/5
      On the back cover this book is called a "sophisticated comedy" so I expected something witty something like Noel Coward's Private Lives. It wasn't even close to what I expected. Yes, there were some funny parts but, on the whole, I found it rather gruesome. Without spoiling the end for another reader I can't specify why I didn't like it. I found a scholarly review of the book which you can read if you don't mind having the end spoiled.Forster is quite savage about the middle class English and their pretensions and that seems to be the point of this book. Lilia, youngish widow of Charles Herriton, decides to travel in Italy with a companion for a year. While in the small city of Monteriano she falls in love with a handsome, unemployed Italian and they get engaged. When the Herritons hear this news her brother-in-law, Phillip, is sent off to prevent the marriage. However, he is too late and the marriage has already taken place. Lilia lives to regret her hasty marriage to Gino who carries on his life as he had before he was married, spending most of his time away from the marital home, but forbidding Lilia to go out unaccompanied. Then Lilia discovers he has had an affair and when Gino gets angry that she went out of the house she "saw him for a cruel, worthless, hypocritical, dissolute upstart" (p. 82) She responds by telling him she knows about the affair. Gino doesn't deny it; instead he laughs and realizes he must give her more credit than he has been. He thinks he can gloss everything over with a little more attention but Lilia will not be placated so easily. Lilia writes to a male friend in England to ask him to rescue her but Gino intercepts the letter. Lilia becomes pregnant and dies in childbirth.That's one of the main problems I have with this book. Lilia is independently wealthy; she knows how to get out of Monteriano; even if she didn't want to return to her in-laws she has her own mother's place in Yorkshire. It just doesn't seem likely to me that she would meekly sit around Monteriano when she is miserable.As a study of the contrasts between the staid English and the passionate Italians this book is probably a masterpiece. No doubt it shook people up when it was first published. Now, however, it seems dated.
    • 4/5
      While this novel won't be among my favorite of Forster's, I did appreciate it as a precursor to such masterpieces as A Room wiht a View, Howard's End and A Passage to India. Widow Lilia Herriton, aged 33, decides to spend a year in Italy with a female companion, leaving her young daughter with her mother-in-law. When the family learns that she has become engaged to a younger Italian--the son of a dentist, God forbid!--Philip Herriton is hustled off to persuade her to return. Alas, he is too late; the couple is already married, and passion seems to have prevailed over middle-class British stodginess and propriety. Sadly, things don't work out well for Lilia, as her romantic ideals don't mesh with the reality of Italian married life. After she dies in childbirth, Philip is sent on a second mission: to 'rescue' Lilia's child and bring it back into the fold of British respectability.It's at this point that the novel falls into a hazy category where I would also place Chekhov's play The Seagull. Is it comedy, tragedy, or melodrama? Or perhaps a combination of all three? While generally categorized as comedies (most likely because of their sharp social critiques), characters in both works endure some truly tragic events--and respond quite melodramatically. This fuzziness of genre doesn't really detract from either the play or the novel but does leave one wondering what the author's original intention might have been, and whether he might have gone a bit off track.So my recommendation is: If you've never read Forster before, don't start here; but if you have, Where Angels Fear to Tread is worth adding to your TBR shelf.
    • 4/5
      Forster was a young man when he wrote this, his first novel, and yet it turned out to be a remarkably mature piece of fiction, examining as it does the battle of class consciences that was a common feature of British society of his day. His descriptions of the Italian countryside and its people are witty as well as vivid, and much better than so many others that I have read.
    • 3/5
      A quick read. Full of unlikeable characters, I never really got into the book. Descriptions of Italy were very familiar though :)
    • 4/5
      If you have ever felt frustrated by the petty vagaries of human behaviour, or the idiocy of certain societal taboos or customs, then you will warm to Forster's theme at once. In a mere 142 pages, he deftly exposes the class-ridden snobbery of the English society of his time, and the racism with which it appears to be inevitably coupled - a product, no doubt of the colonialism and imperialism from which we have yet, still, to recover. That this stains the beauty of quintessential Englishness is perhaps one reason for Forster's love-hate relationship for England and the fact that he spent so much of his time abroad (the taboo which he struggled with, and felt persecuted for, being his homosexuality). The novel is a wonderful evocation of the minutiae of family bickering and arguments which are still relevant and highly recognisable today. (The bullying mother and slightly too weak, compliant son, for example). Analysis of the way that society represses the individual and the conflict between what you want to do and what society expects of you was to become a recurring theme in his novels.His title is taken from Pope's 'An Essay on criticism' (1711), where the full line is `For fools rush in where angels fear to tread'. Indeed, most of the characters who people this perceptive novel appear foolish in the extreme, especially to our early twenty-first century eyes. For example, one could consider the headstrong and impulsive Lilia, packed off to Italy for a year with a chaperone by her husband's family in the hope that she will return 'not quite so vulgar' one of these rushing fools. Certainly her meeting and marriage of the unemployed (and son of a dentist, shock horror!) Gino within the space of a mere three weeks, in complete disregard for her nine-year old daughter, or first husband's family may be counted foolish, particularly by the standards of the time. Expecially when the tragic outcome of that decision is made clear. Despite her flaws, though, one cannot help but admire her for her courage in rebelling against and challenging the status quo - the status quo which appears to imprison so many in Edwardian English society. However, what about the rest of the cast of this insightful and oh-so-English novel? There is Mrs Herriton Senior, for a start. A woman so caught up with herself and the requirements of 'society' that she sends her son and daughter off on what may very well be thought of as a fool's errand to collect the child of Lilia's fateful second marriage by whatever means possible - paying Gino off, if necessary. Her evident hypocrisy and cruelty appears to be indicative of that of society as a whole. And they, Philip and Harriet, in their turn, may also be considered foolish, or at the very least weak, when they meekly comply with her requirements. (Although, as they have been under her thumb their whole lives, perhaps it is understandable).This tragic novel (and Forster is a master tragedian) has some happy moments, however. The opera scene is a complete joy and very funny. Here, Caroline helps Philip to discover happiness, and he begins to fall in love with her. Also quite wonderful are Forster's beautiful descriptions of Italy, reflecting his deep love for the country. Indeed, as Oliver Stallybrass points out in his informative introduction, this book is, in part, based on his own trip to Milan. The line 'it was an irritable couple who took tickets to Monteriano' is almost an exact replica of one from Forster's journal, where the destination was, instead, Milan, and where it had been preceded by an equally unfortunate and tiresome catelogue of events. Perhaps, therefore, there is something of Edward Morgan Forster in the character of Philip, who, although weak and equally tainted by his family's snobbery, one cannot help but like. (Indeed, he lost his father when very young, and was likewise brought up in the world of women). Sadly, Harriet's impatience brings about the sorrowful end to this poignant novel - and all are left to think on its meaning.All in all, this novel embodies the description of Forster's work made on the Forster questionnaire webpage 'concise, but rich'. Taste and see!
    • 4/5
      "Where Angels Fear to Tread" is E.M. Forster's first novel and it shows. It really isn't a bad book -- it just isn't quite up to the standard set by his other, more famous novels.The story starts with Lilia, a young widow who travels to Italy for a year-long break and falls in love with a youthful Italian, much to the dismay of her inlaws. As in his later novels, Forster skewers the class system and the exportation of the British way of life, just not has effectively as he does in his later works.Forster's writing is great, but the story doesn't really gel in the end... the ending seemed a bit forced. I might have enjoyed this one more if I wasn't familiar with his later works.
    • 4/5
      Wanted to read an E. M. Forster book. Enjoyed
    • 2/5
      I had a difficult time liking this book. I enjoyed the plot and there was plenty of surprises as the plot unraveled but there was a lot of unnecessary fluff and filler. I honestly love to read descriptions of places or people but I felt like Forester was repetitive in a way that did not add anything to the meaning of the book. In all honesty it could have been shortened as much as to make it a short story instead of a novel. By the time I knew I hated the book I was already 1/4 of the way through the book and decided I should just finish it.
    • 4/5
      I should start off this review by mentioning, for those who don’t know, that [Where Angels Fear to Tread] is E. M. Forster’s first novel. When it was published, Forster was only 26 years old. I find that to be an accomplishment in itself. What is more difficult for me to communicate are my thoughts regarding this one. I tend to be a fan of books that tackle meaty topics of divisions caused by class structure, societal norms and mannerisms under the guise of troublesome family scenarios. While I appreciate that Forster takes a lighter hand here – he does not over burden the story with deep philosophical ramblings – I found the lightness of touch gave the story a rather flippant feel, one that overshadows Forester’s attack at the narrow-minded snobbery and cultural insensitivity of the English middle class the story is to portray. I struggled a bit with some of the characters – in particular, Philip, Harriet and Mrs. Herriton. I found Philip’s attraction to Caroline Abbott to be lacking in substance, more like the youthful infatuation of a young collegiate man for an older, more worldly woman. This struck me as a bit odd as I got the impression that Caroline was the younger of the two. Harriet comes across as a little unhinged, even before the tragic events unfold and as for Mrs. Harriton, well, that woman has control issues. Lilia comes across as I would expect for one who faces life with an exuberance that defies being contained. As for the writing, while good, I felt that Forster was still coming into his own as a writer. Not surprising given his youth at the time of writing. Overall, an decent read and I am now curious to watch the movie adaptation with Helen Mirren as Lilia Harriton.
    • 3/5
      There is a reason this is his least known work-- not very memorable.
    • 2/5
      The copy I have has a rather garish film tie -in cover. I like this one much better. Ironically, the actor who played Gino is the only member of the cast not to have an entry on Wikipedia..but I digress.

      I have read Room With a View and Howards End. Both due for a re-read, I think. Unfortunately I don't think Angels is a patch on them, but I understand it was his first novel, so I will forgive him that. It was the first novel set in Italy that I have read since going there myself, but I was disappointed in Forster's characterisation of it. He seems to have a love/hate relationship with Italy and to be attracted and repulsed by it at the same time. The result was Italy seemed like nothing more than a painted backdrop inhabited by stereotypes.

      Forster said "The object of the book was the improvement of Phillip". I think Phiilip only improved marginally, if at all.
    • 4/5
      Read this and 'A Room with a View' in quick succession. This is definitely the deeper, and more tragic of the two. Some of the characterisation is a little pantomime-villain, particularly the mother and Harriet (at first, until she becomes simply mad), but captures the Italian spirit well. Lilia gets a bum deal.
    • 5/5
      I can't believe how long it took me to discover EM Foster! Having done so, I've gotten through more or less his complete works in less than six months and am recommending him to my daughter who, at the age of 16, seems to me ready to take on more adult reading but struggles a bit with certain 'classics' where the themes appear inaccessible to one so young.Forster looks at how human society operates to support certain individuals it collectively approves of and to correct (if it doesn't go so far as to bring down) those it disapproves of.As relevent today as ever he was.
    • 4/5
      This slim volume shows Forster's typical concerns with English society values when placed in awkward situations. However, the characters are thin representations of types rather than fully drawn, and this detracts greatly from the book's success. The villain (if there is one) is scarcely portrayed at all. The hero (again, a debatable term) seems inconstant to an extreme, while the important minor characters have almost no personality. Perhaps the prefix to his title, "Fools rush in," is meant to characterize all of the people in the novel, but I don't think that is quite accurate either. Fortunately, the book has its beautifully written sections and some nice social satire. Still, the novel is nowhere near Forster's best. If you love his other work, you may like this novel, but if you are looking for an introduction, turn to A Passage to India or Howard's End instead.
    • 5/5
      Forster is my favorite novelist, and I can not articulate how much I love this book. It is stunning how he expresses the need of his characters for each other, and their fear of needing eachother... that they are 'angels' who 'fear to tread' amongst each other... It's timeless.
    • 2/5
      I read this book half way thru and gave up. Although I liked the storyline,I just had no empathy for the characters. I like E.M. Forster but this is not my favorite.
    • 4/5
      Slow starting, but eventually got into it & quite enjoyed it in the end. A little unbelievable, but quite sweet.
    • 3/5

      Book Description
      On a journey to Tuscany with her young friend and traveling companion Caroline Abbott, widowed Lilia Herriton falls in love with both Italy and Gino, a handsome Italian much younger than herself, and decides to stay. Furious, her dead husband's family send Lilia's brother-in-law Philip to Italy to prevent a misalliance, but he arrives too late. Lilia had already married the Italian and becomes pregnant again. While giving birth to her son, she dies. The Herritons send Philip again to Italy, this time to save the infant boy from an uncivilized life and to save the family's reputation. Not wanting to be outdone—or considered any less moral or concerned than Caroline for the child's welfare—Lilia's in-laws try to take the lead in traveling to Italy. In the public eye, they make it known that it is both their right and their duty to travel to Monteriano to obtain custody of the infant so that he can be raised as an Englishman. Secretly, though, they have no regard for the child; only public appearances.


      My Review
      his book was an insightful exploration of cultural differences set within a small village in Tuscany. I mostly enjoyed the description of the countryside and village of Monteriano. E. M. Forster has a great gift of storyteller and this is very evident in the story. The two main characters are very likable but their fate was a little depressing and not necessarily the happy ending I would have liked. I do recommend reading this as the writing is very compelling.

    • 4/5
      The lure and dangers of venturing out of ones home and culture are explored.
    • 3/5
      There are plenty of other reviews, so I will only note that I liked part of the novel, but it didn't quite gel for me even though I like this sort of social satire. I don't regret the time spent reading it but am not inclined to re-read. It's out of copyright in some countries, and thus available on public domain sites.
    • 4/5
      Young widow Lilia goes off for a holiday to Italy, which irrevocably changes her life as well as the lives of many around her. This is my third book by Forster (although it is one of his earlier ones I believe), and I continue to enjoy his works. His writing style is very accessible, yet contains deeper meanings and themes. He never takes you where you think the plot is going; rather every chapter brings a new revelation and a re-thinking of what the book is trying to say to the readers. That makes it highly engaging.Unlike with his other books, I could not really like any of the characters here; nevertheless, it was fascinating to see them in action and what would happen next. And, all were well-rounded with motivations that changed over time as needed; in other words, no stock characters here.All in all, this was an engaging read that I think would make for good discussions.

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    Where Angels Fear to Tread - E.M. Forster

    Chapter 1

    They were all at Charing Cross to see Lilia off--Philip, Harriet, Irma, Mrs. Herriton herself. Even Mrs. Theobald, squired by Mr. Kingcroft, had braved the journey from Yorkshire to bid her only daughter good-bye. Miss Abbott was likewise attended by numerous relatives, and the sight of so many people talking at once and saying such different things caused Lilia to break into ungovernable peals of laughter.

    Quite an ovation, she cried, sprawling out of her first-class carriage. They'll take us for royalty. Oh, Mr. Kingcroft, get us foot-warmers.

    The good-natured young man hurried away, and Philip, taking his place, flooded her with a final stream of advice and injunctions--where to stop, how to learn Italian, when to use mosquito-nets, what pictures to look at. Remember, he concluded, that it is only by going off the track that you get to know the country. See the little towns--Gubbio, Pienza, Cortona, San Gemignano, Monteriano. And don't, let me beg you, go with that awful tourist idea that Italy's only a museum of antiquities and art. Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.

    How I wish you were coming, Philip, she said, flattered at the unwonted notice her brother-in-law was giving her.

    I wish I were. He could have managed it without great difficulty, for his career at the Bar was not so intense as to prevent occasional holidays. But his family disliked his continual visits to the Continent, and he himself often found pleasure in the idea that he was too busy to leave town.

    Good-bye, dear every one. What a whirl! She caught sight of her little daughter Irma, and felt that a touch of maternal solemnity was required. Good-bye, darling. Mind you're always good, and do what Granny tells you.

    She referred not to her own mother, but to her mother-in-law, Mrs. Herriton, who hated the title of Granny.

    Irma lifted a serious face to be kissed, and said cautiously, I'll do my best.

    She is sure to be good, said Mrs. Herriton, who was standing pensively a little out of the hubbub. But Lilia was already calling to Miss Abbott, a tall, grave, rather nice-looking young lady who was conducting her adieus in a more decorous manner on the platform.

    Caroline, my Caroline! Jump in, or your chaperon will go off without you.

    And Philip, whom the idea of Italy always intoxicated, had started again, telling her of the supreme moments of her coming journey--the Campanile of Airolo, which would burst on her when she emerged from the St. Gothard tunnel, presaging the future; the view of the Ticino and Lago Maggiore as the train climbed the slopes of Monte Cenere; the view of Lugano, the view of Como--Italy gathering thick around her now--the arrival at her first resting-place, when, after long driving through dark and dirty streets, she should at last behold, amid the roar of trams and the glare of arc lamps, the buttresses of the cathedral of Milan.

    Handkerchiefs and collars, screamed Harriet, in my inlaid box! I've lent you my inlaid box.

    Good old Harry! She kissed every one again, and there was a moment's silence. They all smiled steadily, excepting Philip, who was choking in the fog, and old Mrs. Theobald, who had begun to cry. Miss Abbott got into the carriage. The guard himself shut the door, and told Lilia that she would be all right. Then the train moved, and they all moved with it a couple of steps, and waved their handkerchiefs, and uttered cheerful little cries. At that moment Mr. Kingcroft reappeared, carrying a footwarmer by both ends, as if it was a tea-tray. He was sorry that he was too late, and called out in a quivering voice, Good-bye, Mrs. Charles. May you enjoy yourself, and may God bless you.

    Lilia smiled and nodded, and then the absurd position of the foot-warmer overcame her, and she began to laugh again.

    Oh, I am so sorry, she cried back, but you do look so funny. Oh, you all look so funny waving! Oh, pray! And laughing helplessly, she was carried out into the fog.

    High spirits to begin so long a journey, said Mrs. Theobald, dabbing her eyes.

    Mr. Kingcroft solemnly moved his head in token of agreement. I wish, said he, that Mrs. Charles had gotten the footwarmer. These London porters won't take heed to a country chap.

    But you did your best, said Mrs. Herriton. And I think it simply noble of you to have brought Mrs. Theobald all the way here on such a day as this. Then, rather hastily, she shook hands, and left him to take Mrs. Theobald all the way back.

    Sawston, her own home, was within easy reach of London, and they were not late for tea. Tea was in the dining-room, with an egg for Irma, to keep up the child's spirits. The house seemed strangely quiet after a fortnight's bustle, and their conversation was spasmodic and subdued. They wondered whether the travellers had got to Folkestone, whether it would be at all rough, and if so what would happen to poor Miss Abbott.

    And, Granny, when will the old ship get to Italy? asked Irma.

    'Grandmother,' dear; not 'Granny,' said Mrs. Herriton, giving her a kiss. And we say 'a boat' or 'a steamer,' not 'a ship.' Ships have sails. And mother won't go all the way by sea. You look at the map of Europe, and you'll see why. Harriet, take her. Go with Aunt Harriet, and she'll show you the map.

    Righto! said the little girl, and dragged the reluctant Harriet into the library. Mrs. Herriton and her son were left alone. There was immediately confidence between them.

    Here beginneth the New Life, said Philip.

    Poor child, how vulgar! murmured Mrs. Herriton. It's surprising that she isn't worse. But she has got a look of poor Charles about her.

    And--alas, alas!--a look of old Mrs. Theobald. What appalling apparition was that! I did think the lady was bedridden as well as imbecile. Why ever did she come?

    Mr. Kingcroft made her. I am certain of it. He wanted to see Lilia again, and this was the only way.

    I hope he is satisfied. I did not think my sister-in-law distinguished herself in her farewells.

    Mrs. Herriton shuddered. I mind nothing, so long as she has gone--and gone with Miss Abbott. It is mortifying to think that a widow of thirty-three requires a girl ten years younger to look after her.

    I pity Miss Abbott. Fortunately one admirer is chained to England. Mr. Kingcroft cannot leave the crops or the climate or something. I don't think, either, he improved his chances today. He, as well as Lilia, has the knack of being absurd in public.

    Mrs. Herriton replied, When a man is neither well bred, nor well connected, nor handsome, nor clever, nor rich, even Lilia may discard him in time.

    No. I believe she would take any one. Right up to the last, when her boxes were packed, she was 'playing' the chinless curate. Both the curates are chinless, but hers had the dampest hands. I came on them in the Park. They were speaking of the Pentateuch.

    My dear boy! If possible, she has got worse and worse. It was your idea of Italian travel that saved us!

    Philip brightened at the little compliment. The odd part is that she was quite eager--always asking me for information; and of course I was very glad to give it. I admit she is a Philistine, appallingly ignorant, and her taste in art is false. Still, to have any taste at all is something. And I do believe that Italy really purifies and ennobles all who visit her. She is the school as well as the playground of the world. It is really to Lilia's credit that she wants to go there.

    She would go anywhere, said his mother, who had heard enough of the praises of Italy. I and Caroline Abbott had the greatest difficulty in dissuading her from the Riviera.

    No, Mother; no. She was really keen on Italy. This travel is quite a crisis for her. He found the situation full of whimsical romance: there was something half attractive, half repellent in the thought of this vulgar woman journeying to places he loved and revered. Why should she not be transfigured? The same had happened to the Goths.

    Mrs. Herriton did not believe in romance nor in transfiguration, nor in parallels from history, nor in anything else that may disturb domestic life. She adroitly changed the subject before Philip got excited. Soon Harriet returned, having given her lesson in geography. Irma went to bed early, and was tucked up by her grandmother. Then the two ladies worked and played cards. Philip read a book. And so they all settled down to their quiet, profitable existence, and continued it without interruption through the winter.

    It was now nearly ten years since Charles had fallen in love with Lilia Theobald because she was pretty, and during that time Mrs. Herriton had hardly known a moment's rest. For six months she schemed to prevent the match, and when it had taken place she turned to another task--the supervision of her daughter-in-law. Lilia must be pushed through life without bringing discredit on the family into which she had married. She was aided by Charles, by her daughter Harriet, and, as soon as he was old enough, by the clever one of the family, Philip. The birth of Irma made things still more difficult. But fortunately old Mrs. Theobald, who had attempted interference, began to break up. It was an effort to her to leave Whitby, and Mrs. Herriton discouraged the effort as far as possible. That curious duel which is fought over every baby was fought and decided early. Irma belonged to her father's family, not to her mother's.

    Charles died, and the struggle recommenced. Lilia tried to assert herself, and said that she should go to take care of Mrs. Theobald. It required all Mrs. Herriton's kindness to prevent her. A house was finally taken for her at Sawston, and there for three years she lived with Irma, continually subject to the refining influences of her late husband's family.

    During one of her rare Yorkshire visits trouble began again. Lilia confided to a friend that she liked a Mr. Kingcroft extremely, but that she was not exactly engaged to him. The news came round to Mrs. Herriton, who at once wrote, begging for information, and pointing out that Lilia must either be engaged or not, since no intermediate state existed. It was a good letter, and flurried Lilia extremely. She left Mr. Kingcroft without even the pressure of a rescue-party. She cried a great deal on her return to Sawston, and said she was very sorry. Mrs. Herriton took the opportunity of speaking more seriously about the duties of widowhood and motherhood than she had ever done before. But somehow things never went easily after. Lilia would not settle down in her place among Sawston matrons. She was a bad housekeeper, always in the throes of some domestic crisis, which Mrs. Herriton, who kept her servants for years, had to step across and adjust. She let Irma stop away from school for insufficient reasons, and she allowed her to wear rings. She learnt to bicycle, for the purpose of waking the place up, and coasted down the High Street one Sunday evening, falling off at the turn by the church. If she had not been a relative, it would have been entertaining. But even Philip, who in theory loved outraging English conventions, rose to the occasion, and gave her a talking which she remembered to her dying day. It was just then, too, that they discovered that she still allowed Mr. Kingcroft to write to her as a gentleman friend, and to send presents to Irma.

    Philip thought of Italy, and the situation was saved. Caroline, charming, sober, Caroline Abbott, who lived two turnings away, was seeking a companion for a year's travel. Lilia gave up her house, sold half her furniture, left the other half and Irma with Mrs. Herriton, and had now departed, amid universal approval, for a change of scene.

    She wrote to them frequently during the winter--more frequently than she wrote to her mother. Her letters were always prosperous. Florence she found perfectly sweet, Naples a dream, but very whiffy. In Rome one had simply to sit still and feel. Philip, however, declared that she was improving. He was particularly gratified when in the early spring she began to visit the smaller towns that he had recommended. In a place like this, she wrote, one really does feel in the heart of things, and off the beaten track. Looking out of a Gothic window every morning, it seems impossible that the middle ages have passed away. The letter was from Monteriano, and concluded with a not unsuccessful description of the wonderful little town.

    It is something that she is contented, said Mrs. Herriton. But no one could live three months with Caroline Abbott and not be the better for it.

    Just then Irma came in from school, and she read her mother's letter to her, carefully correcting any grammatical errors, for she was a loyal supporter of parental authority--Irma listened politely, but soon changed the subject to hockey, in which her whole being was absorbed. They were to vote for colours that afternoon--yellow and white or yellow and green. What did her grandmother think?

    Of course Mrs. Herriton had an opinion, which she sedately expounded, in spite of Harriet, who said that colours were unnecessary for children, and of Philip, who said that they were ugly. She was getting proud of Irma, who had certainly greatly improved, and could no longer be called that most appalling of things--a vulgar child. She was anxious to form her before her mother returned. So she had no objection to the leisurely movements of the travellers, and even suggested that they should overstay their year if it suited them.

    Lilia's next letter was also from Monteriano, and Philip grew quite enthusiastic.

    They've stopped there over a week! he cried. Why! I shouldn't have done as much myself. They must be really keen, for the hotel's none too comfortable.

    I cannot understand people, said Harriet. What can they be doing all day? And there is no church there, I suppose.

    There is Santa Deodata, one of the most beautiful churches in Italy.

    Of course I mean an English church, said Harriet stiffly. Lilia promised me that she would always be in a large town on Sundays.

    "If she goes to a service at Santa Deodata's, she will find more beauty and sincerity than there is in all the Back Kitchens of

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