Місіс Деллоуей

           WasittheQueeninthere—theQueengoingshopping?

           Thechauffeur,whohadbeenopeningsomething,turningsomething,shuttingsomething,gotontothebox.

           “Comeon,”saidLucrezia.

           Butherhusband,fortheyhadbeenmarriedfour,fiveyearsnow,jumped,started,andsaid,“Allright!”angrily,asifshehadinterruptedhim.

           Peoplemustnotice;peoplemustsee.People,shethought,lookingatthecrowdstaringatthemotorcar;theEnglishpeople,withtheirchildrenandtheirhorsesandtheirclothes,whichsheadmiredinaway;buttheywere“people”now,becauseSeptimushadsaid,“Iwillkillmyself”;anawfulthingtosay.Supposetheyhadheardhim?Shelookedatthecrowd.Help,help!shewantedtocryouttobutchers’boysandwomen.Help!OnlylastautumnsheandSeptimushadstoodontheEmbankmentwrappedinthesamecloakand,Septimusreadingapaperinsteadoftalking,shehadsnatcheditfromhimandlaughedintheoldman’sfacewhosawthem!Butfailureoneconceals.Shemusttakehimawayintosomepark.

           “Nowwewillcross,”shesaid.

           Shehadarighttohisarm,thoughitwaswithoutfeeling.Hewouldgiveher,whowassosimple,soimpulsive,onlytwenty-four,withoutfriendsinEngland,whohadleftItalyforhissake,apieceofbone.