Місіс Деллоуей

           )Whatshewouldsaywasthatshehatedfrumps,fogies,failures,likehimselfpresumably;thoughtpeoplehadnorighttoslouchaboutwiththeirhandsintheirpockets;mustdosomething,besomething;andthesegreatswells,theseDuchesses,thesehoaryoldCountessesonemetinherdrawing-room,unspeakablyremoteashefeltthemtobefromanythingthatmatteredastraw,stoodforsomethingrealtoher.LadyBexborough,shesaidonce,heldherselfupright(sodidClarissaherself;sheneverloungedinanysenseoftheword;shewasstraightasadart,alittlerigidinfact).Shesaidtheyhadakindofcouragewhichtheoldershegrewthemoresherespected.InallthistherewasagreatdealofDalloway,ofcourse;agreatdealofthepublic-spirited,BritishEmpire,tariff-reform,governing-classspirit,whichhadgrownonher,asittendstodo.Withtwicehiswits,shehadtoseethingsthroughhiseyes—oneofthetragediesofmarriedlife.Withamindofherown,shemustalwaysbequotingRichard—asifonecouldn’tknowtoatittlewhatRichardthoughtbyreadingtheMorningPostofamorning!Thesepartiesforexamplewereallforhim,orforherideaofhim(todoRichardjusticehewouldhavebeenhappierfarminginNorfolk).Shemadeherdrawing-roomasortofmeeting-place;shehadageniusforit.Overandoveragainhehadseenhertakesomerawyouth,twisthim,turnhim,wakehimup;sethimgoing.Infinitenumbersofdullpeopleconglomeratedroundherofcourse.