“That reminds me, Margaret. We might have taken that young man into the dining-room, at all events. Only the majolica plate—and that is so firmly set in the wall. I am really distressed that he had no tea.”
For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin football, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name.
This book is so quotable. You should see my kindle screen - nearly every second page is covered in highlights and notes.
I'll try not to go overboard with posting all of them on the dashboard feed... I'll try...
Howards End was my first introduction to Forster and is still my favourite. It is very much "personal canon" material.