Місіс Деллоуей

           Beneath,shewasveryshrewd—afarbetterjudgeofcharacterthanSally,forinstance,andwithitall,purelyfeminine;withthatextraordinarygift,thatwoman’sgift,ofmakingaworldofherownwherevershehappenedtobe.Shecameintoaroom;shestood,ashehadoftenseenher,inadoorwaywithlotsofpeopleroundher.ButitwasClarissaoneremembered.Notthatshewasstriking;notbeautifulatall;therewasnothingpicturesqueabouther;sheneversaidanythingspeciallyclever;thereshewas,however;thereshewas.

           No,no,no!Hewasnotinlovewithheranymore!Heonlyfelt,afterseeingherthatmorning,amongherscissorsandsilks,makingreadyfortheparty,unabletogetawayfromthethoughtofher;shekeptcomingbackandbacklikeasleeperjoltingagainsthiminarailwaycarriage;whichwasnotbeinginlove,ofcourse;itwasthinkingofher,criticisingher,startingagain,afterthirtyyears,tryingtoexplainher.Theobviousthingtosayofherwasthatshewasworldly;caredtoomuchforrankandsocietyandgettingonintheworld—whichwastrueinasense;shehadadmittedittohim.(Youcouldalwaysgethertoownupifyoutookthetrouble;shewashonest.