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 Medieval 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.”