Миссис Дэллоуэй

           (Andsoshewouldgoon,Peterfelt,hourafterhour;theminer’sson;peoplethoughtshehadmarriedbeneathher;herfivesons;andwhatwastheotherthing—plants,hydrangeas,syringas,very,veryrarehibiscusliliesthatnevergrownorthoftheSuezCanal,butshe,withonegardenerinasuburbnearManchester,hadbedsofthem,positivelybeds!NowallthatClarissahadescaped,unmaternalasshewas.)

           Asnobwasshe?Yes,inmanyways.Wherewasshe,allthistime?Itwasgettinglate.

           “Yet,”saidSally,“whenIheardClarissawasgivingaparty,IfeltIcouldn’tNOTcome—mustseeheragain(andI’mstayinginVictoriaStreet,practicallynextdoor).SoIjustcamewithoutaninvitation.But,”shewhispered,“tellme,do.Whoisthis?”

           ItwasMrs.Hilbery,lookingforthedoor.Forhowlateitwasgetting!And,shemurmured,asthenightgrewlater,aspeoplewent,onefoundoldfriends;quietnooksandcorners;andtheloveliestviews.Didtheyknow,sheasked,thattheyweresurroundedbyanenchantedgarden?Lightsandtreesandwonderfulgleaminglakesandthesky.Justafewfairylamps,ClarissaDallowayhadsaid,inthebackgarden!Butshewasamagician!Itwasapark....Andshedidn’tknowtheirnames,butfriendssheknewtheywere,friendswithoutnames,songswithoutwords,alwaysthebest.Butthereweresomanydoors,suchunexpectedplaces,shecouldnotfindherway.

           “OldMrs.