But Mr. Eager proceeded to tell Miss Honeychurch that on the
right lived Mr. Someone Something, an American of the best type
--so rare!--and that the Somebody Elses were farther down the
hill. "Doubtless you know her monographs in the series of
'Mediaeval Byways'? He is working at Gemistus Pletho. Sometimes
as I take tea in their beautiful grounds I hear, over the wall,
the electric tram squealing up the new road with its loads of hot,
dusty, unintelligent tourists who are going to 'do' Fiesole in an
hour in order that they may say they have been there, and I
think--think--I think how little they think what lies so near
them."

During this speech the two figures on the box were sporting with
each other disgracefully. Lucy had a spasm of envy. Granted that
they wished to misbehave, it was pleasant for them to be able to
do so. They were probably the only people enjoying the
expedition. The carriage swept with agonizing jolts up through
the Piazza of Fiesole and into the Settignano road.

"Piano! piano!" said Mr. Eager, elegantly waving his hand over
his head.

"Va bene, signore, va bene, va bene," crooned the driver, and
whipped his horses up again.

Now Mr. Eager and Miss Lavish began to talk against each other on
the subject of Alessio Baldovinetti. Was he a cause of the
Renaissance, or was he one of its manifestations? The other
carriage was left behind. As the pace increased to a gallop the
large, slumbering form of Mr. Emerson was thrown against the