Місіс Деллоуей

           WhittakerathisprivatehouseinKensington.ItwasthehandofGod,hesaid.TheLordhadshownhertheway.Sonow,wheneverthehotandpainfulfeelingsboiledwithinher,thishatredofMrs.Dalloway,thisgrudgeagainsttheworld,shethoughtofGod.ShethoughtofMr.Whittaker.Ragewassucceededbycalm.Asweetsavourfilledherveins,herlipsparted,and,standingformidableuponthelandinginhermackintosh,shelookedwithsteadyandsinisterserenityatMrs.Dalloway,whocameoutwithherdaughter.

           Elizabethsaidshehadforgottenhergloves.ThatwasbecauseMissKilmanandhermotherhatedeachother.Shecouldnotbeartoseethemtogether.Sheranupstairstofindhergloves.

           ButMissKilmandidnothateMrs.Dalloway.Turningherlargegooseberry-colouredeyesuponClarissa,observinghersmallpinkface,herdelicatebody,herairoffreshnessandfashion,MissKilmanfelt,Fool!Simpleton!Youwhohaveknownneithersorrownorpleasure;whohavetrifledyourlifeaway!Andthereroseinheranovermasteringdesiretoovercomeher;tounmaskher.Ifshecouldhavefelledheritwouldhaveeasedher.Butitwasnotthebody;itwasthesoulanditsmockerythatshewishedtosubdue;makefeelhermastery.Ifonlyshecouldmakeherweep;couldruinher;humiliateher;bringhertoherkneescrying,Youareright!ButthiswasGod’swill,notMissKilman’s.Itwastobeareligiousvictory.Sosheglared;sosheglowered.

           Clarissawasreallyshocked.