Миссис Дэллоуэй

           “Doyouremember,”shesaid,“howtheblindsusedtoflapatBourton?”

           “Theydid,”hesaid;andherememberedbreakfastingalone,veryawkwardly,withherfather;whohaddied;andhehadnotwrittentoClarissa.ButhehadnevergotonwellwitholdParry,thatquerulous,weak-kneedoldman,Clarissa’sfather,JustinParry.

           “IoftenwishI’dgotonbetterwithyourfather,”hesaid.

           “Butheneverlikedanyonewho—ourfriends,”saidClarissa;andcouldhavebittenhertongueforthusremindingPeterthathehadwantedtomarryher.

           OfcourseIdid,thoughtPeter;italmostbrokemyhearttoo,hethought;andwasovercomewithhisowngrief,whichroselikeamoonlookedatfromaterrace,ghastlybeautifulwithlightfromthesunkenday.IwasmoreunhappythanI’veeverbeensince,hethought.AndasifintruthheweresittingthereontheterraceheedgedalittletowardsClarissa;puthishandout;raisedit;letitfall.Thereabovethemithung,thatmoon.Shetooseemedtobesittingwithhimontheterrace,inthemoonlight.

           “Herberthasitnow,”shesaid.“Inevergotherenow,”shesaid.