Місіс Деллоуей

           LodgingofftheEustonRoad,therewereexperiences,againexperiences,suchaschangeafaceintwoyearsfromapinkinnocentovaltoafacelean,contracted,hostile.Butofallthiswhatcouldthemostobservantoffriendshavesaidexceptwhatagardenersayswhenheopenstheconservatorydoorinthemorningandfindsanewblossomonhisplant:—Ithasflowered;floweredfromvanity,ambition,idealism,passion,loneliness,courage,laziness,theusualseeds,whichallmuddledup(inaroomofftheEustonRoad),madehimshy,andstammering,madehimanxioustoimprovehimself,madehimfallinlovewithMissIsabelPole,lecturingintheWaterlooRoaduponShakespeare.

           WashenotlikeKeats?sheasked;andreflectedhowshemightgivehimatasteofAntonyandCleopatraandtherest;lenthimbooks;wrotehimscrapsofletters;andlitinhimsuchafireasburnsonlyonceinalifetime,withoutheat,flickeringaredgoldflameinfinitelyetherealandinsubstantialoverMissPole;AntonyandCleopatra;andtheWaterlooRoad.Hethoughtherbeautiful,believedherimpeccablywise;dreamedofher,wrotepoemstoher,which,ignoringthesubject,shecorrectedinredink;hesawher,onesummerevening,walkinginagreendressinasquare.