Місіс Деллоуей

           Heacquiesced.Theylackedasenseofproportion.Andperhaps,afterall,thereisnoGod?Heshruggedhisshoulders.Inshort,thislivingornotlivingisanaffairofourown?Buttheretheyweremistaken.SirWilliamhadafriendinSurreywheretheytaught,whatSirWilliamfranklyadmittedwasadifficultart—asenseofproportion.Therewere,moreover,familyaffection;honour;courage;andabrilliantcareer.AllofthesehadinSirWilliamaresolutechampion.Iftheyfailedhim,hehadtosupportpoliceandthegoodofsociety,which,heremarkedveryquietly,wouldtakecare,downinSurrey,thattheseunsocialimpulses,bredmorethananythingbythelackofgoodblood,wereheldincontrol.Andthenstoleoutfromherhiding-placeandmountedherthronethatGoddesswhoselustistooverrideopposition,tostampindeliblyinthesanctuariesofotherstheimageofherself.Naked,defenceless,theexhausted,thefriendlessreceivedtheimpressofSirWilliam’swill.Heswooped;hedevoured.Heshutpeopleup.ItwasthiscombinationofdecisionandhumanitythatendearedSirWilliamsogreatlytotherelationsofhisvictims.

           ButReziaWarrenSmithcried,walkingdownHarleyStreet,thatshedidnotlikethatman.