Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Whathadtheybeendoing?Oh,itwasfortheparty;no,hehadnotforgotten,theparty.PeterWalshwasback.Ohyes;shehadhadhim.Andhewasgoingtogetadivorce;andhewasinlovewithsomewomanoutthere.Andhehadn’tchangedintheslightest.Thereshewas,mendingherdress....

           “ThinkingofBourton,”shesaid.

           “Hughwasatlunch,”saidRichard.Shehadmethimtoo!Well,hewasgettingabsolutelyintolerable.BuyingEvelynnecklaces;fatterthanever;anintolerableass.

           “Anditcameoverme‘Imighthavemarriedyou,’”shesaid,thinkingofPetersittingthereinhislittlebow-tie;withthatknife,openingit,shuttingit.“Justashealwayswas,youknow.”

           Theyweretalkingabouthimatlunch,saidRichard.(Buthecouldnottellherhelovedher.Heheldherhand.Happinessisthis,hethought.)TheyhadbeenwritingalettertotheTimesforMillicentBruton.ThatwasaboutallHughwasfitfor.

           “AndourdearMissKilman?”heasked.Clarissathoughttherosesabsolutelylovely;firstbunchedtogether;nowoftheirownaccordstartingapart.

           “Kilmanarrivesjustaswe’vedonelunch,”shesaid.“Elizabethturnspink.Theyshutthemselvesup.Isupposethey’repraying.”

           Lord!Hedidn’tlikeit;butthesethingspassoverifyouletthem.

           “Inamackintoshwithanumbrella,”saidClarissa.

           Hehadnotsaid“Iloveyou”;butheheldherhand.