Margaret glanced at her sister's note and pushed it over the breakfast-table to her aunt.There was a moment's hush，and then the flood-gates opened.
"I can tell you nothing，Aunt Juley.I know no more than you do.We met--we only met the father and mother abroad last spring.I know so little that I didn't even know their son's name.It's all so--"She waved her hand and laughed a little.
"In that case it is far too sudden."
"Who knows，Aunt Juley，who knows？"
"But，Margaret dear，I mean we mustn't be unpractical now that we've come to facts.It is too sudden，surely.""Who knows！"
"But Margaret dear--"
"I'll go for her other letters，"said Margaret.
"No，I won't，I'll finish my breakfast.In fact，I haven't them.
We met the Wilcoxes on an awful expedition that we made from Heidelberg to Speyer.Helen and I had got it into our heads that there was a grand old cathedral at Speyer--the Archbishop of Speyer was one of the seven electors--you know--'Speyer，Maintz，and K?ln.'Those three sees once commanded the Rhine Valley and got it the name of Priest Street.""I still feel quite uneasy about this business，Margaret.""The train crossed by a bridge of boats，and at first sight it looked quite fine.But oh，in five minutes we had seen the whole thing.The cathedral had been ruined，absolutely ruined，by restoration；not an inch left of the original structure.We wasted a whole day，and came across the Wilcoxes as we were eating our sandwiches in the public gardens.They too，poor things，had been taken in--they were actually stopping at Speyer--and they rather liked Helen insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg.As a matter of fact，they did come on next day.We all took some drives together.They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them--at least，I was asked too，but Tibby's illness prevented me，so last Monday she went alone.
That's all.You know as much as I do now.It's a young man out the unknown.She was to have come back Saturday，but put off till Monday，perhaps on account of--I don't know.
She broke off，and listened to the sounds of a London morning.Their house was in Wickham Place，and fairly quiet，for a lofty promontory of buildings separated it from the main thoroughfare.
One had the sense of a backwater，or rather of an estuary，whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea，and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating.Though the promontory consisted of flats--expensive，with cavernous entrance halls，full of concierges and palms--it fulfilled its purpose，and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace.These，too，would be swept away in time，and another promontory would rise upon their site，as humanity piled itself higher and higher on the precious soil of London.
Mrs.Munt had her own method of interpreting her nieces.She decided that Margaret was a little hysterical，and was trying to gain time by a torrent of talk.Feeling very diplomatic，she lamented the fate of Speyer，and declared that never，never should she be so misguided as to visit it，and added of her own accord that the principles of restoration were ill understood in Germany."The Germans，"she said，"are too thorough，and this is all very well sometimes，but at other times it does not do.""Exactly，"said Margaret；"Germans are too thorough."And her eyes began to shine.
"Of course I regard you Schlegels as English，"said Mrs.Munt hastily--"English to the backbone."Margaret leaned forward and stroked her hand.
"And that reminds me--Helen's letter--"
"Oh，yes，Aunt Juley，I am thinking all right about Helen's letter.I know--I must go down and see her.I am thinking about her all right.I am meaning to go down""But go with some plan，"said Mrs.Munt，admitting into her kindly voice a note of exasperation."Margaret，if I may interfere，don't be taken by surprise.What do you think of the Wilcoxes？
Are they our sort？Are they likely people？Could they appreciate Helen，who is to my mind a very special sort of person？Do they care about Literature and Art？That is most important when you come to think of it.Literature and Art.Most important.How old would the son be？She says 'younger son.'Would he be in a position to marry？Is he likely to make Helen happy？Did you gather--""I gathered nothing."
They began to talk at once.
"Then in that case--"
"In that case I can make no plans，don't you see.""On the contrary--"
"I hate plans.I hate lines of action.
Helen isn't a baby."
"Then in that case，my dear，why go down？"
Margaret was silent.If her aunt could not see why she must go down，she was not going to tell her.She was not going to say "I love my dear sister；I must be near her at this crisis of her life."The affections are more reticent than the passions，and their expression more subtle.If she herself should ever fall in love with a man，she，like Helen，would proclaim it from the house-tops，but as she only loved a sister she used the voiceless language of sympathy.
"I consider you odd girls，"continued Mrs.Munt，"and very wonderful girls，and in many ways far older than your years.
But--you won't be offended？--frankly I feel you are not up to this business.
It requires an older person.Dear，I have nothing to call me back to Swanage."She spread out her plump arms."I am all at your disposal.
Let me go down to this house whose name I forget instead of you.""Aunt Juley"--she jumped up and kissed her--"I must，must go to Howards End myself.You don't exactly understand，though I can never thank you properly for offering.""I do understand，"retorted Mrs.Munt，with immense confidence."I go down in no spirit of interference，but to make inquiries.Inquiries are necessary.Now，I am going to be rude.
