The Miss Alans really are coming to Cissie Villa. Mr Beebe has reassured Miss Teresa about the butcher, and Mrs Honeychurch already hates their if-ing and but-ing. She says the business has worn Lucy to a shadow. On the grass Lucy, Mr Beebe, Freddy, and thirteen-year-old Minnie are playing bumble-puppy, knocking tennis balls high so that they bounce. Cecil hears them from the house and does not come down. He hates the physical violence of the young. Freddy arrives with a slap on the back for Sir Harry, who has at last procured really desirable tenants. The name is not Alan. It is more like Anderson. Then he has it. Emerson. Friends of Cecil's. Sir Harry has just telegraphed.
Lucy had kept quiet while she thought the snub came from Sir Harry. She cries out when she hears it comes from Cecil. Mr Beebe covers for her. These will not be the Emersons from Florence, he says, a long cry from friends of Mr Vyse. Then he talks about those Emersons anyway. They filled the Miss Alans' room with violets, so ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful, and people declared the father had murdered his wife. Mrs Honeychurch shouts "Harris!" Lucy had used that name and never corrected it. She goes up the garden still red, hoping a word from Cecil will settle her.
He leans from the smoking-room window in high spirits. He has won a great victory for the Comic Muse. Freddy has only heard the outline. The whole joke is where Cecil met the tenants: in the National Gallery, in the Umbrian Room, absolute strangers admiring Luca Signorelli, stupidly, he says. They had been to Italy. The father wanted a cottage. The son would come at weekends. Cecil took their address, found they were not actual blackguards, and wrote to Sir Harry to score off his talk of decayed gentlewomen. Lucy says it is not fair. She has probably met them. He talks of democracy and of classes mixing. She snaps that he does not know what the word means, blames him for undoing her work and making her look ridiculous, calls it disloyal, and leaves.
Temper, he thinks. No. Worse than temper: snobbishness. She had not minded while she believed his own smart friends were replacing the Miss Alans. These new tenants might be of value educationally. He would tolerate the father and draw out the son, who was silent. In the interests of the Comic Muse and of Truth, he would bring them to Windy Corner.