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           Allhislove,allhisreverence,hadreturned;andsheknewit.

           "ItisaFrenchrecipeofmygrandmother’s,"saidMrs.Ramsay,speakingwitharingofgreatpleasureinhervoice.OfcourseitwasFrench.WhatpassesforcookeryinEnglandisanabomination(theyagreed).Itisputtingcabbagesinwater.Itisroastingmeattillitislikeleather.Itiscuttingoffthedeliciousskinsofvegetables."Inwhich,"saidMr.Bankes,"allthevirtueofthevegetableiscontained."Andthewaste,saidMrs.Ramsay.AwholeFrenchfamilycouldliveonwhatanEnglishcookthrowsaway.SpurredonbyhersensethatWilliam’saffectionhadcomebacktoher,andthateverythingwasallrightagain,andthathersuspensewasover,andthatnowshewasfreebothtotriumphandtomock,shelaughed,shegesticulated,tillLilythought,Howchildlike,howabsurdshewas,sittinguptherewithallherbeautyopenedagaininher,talkingabouttheskinsofvegetables.Therewassomethingfrighteningabouther.Shewasirresistible.Alwaysshegotherownwayintheend,Lilythought.Nowshehadbroughtthisoff—PaulandMinta,onemightsuppose,wereengaged.Mr.Bankeswasdininghere.Sheputaspellonthemall,bywishing,sosimply,sodirectly,andLilycontrastedthatabundancewithherownpovertyofspirit,andsupposedthatitwaspartlythatbelief(forherfacewasalllitup—withoutlookingyoung,shelookedradiant)inthisstrange,thisterrifyingthing,whichmadePaulRayley,sittingatherside,allofatremor,yetabstract,absorbed,silent.Mrs.Ramsay,Lilyfelt,asshetalkedabouttheskinsofvegetables,exaltedthat,worshippedthat;