Місіс Деллоуей

           Listlessly,yetconfidently,poorpeopleallofthem,theywaited;lookedatthePalaceitselfwiththeflagflying;atVictoria,billowingonhermound,admiredhershelvesofrunningwater,hergeraniums;singledoutfromthemotorcarsintheMallfirstthisone,thenthat;bestowedemotion,vainly,uponcommonersoutforadrive;recalledtheirtributetokeepitunspentwhilethiscarpassedandthat;andallthetimeletrumouraccumulateintheirveinsandthrillthenervesintheirthighsatthethoughtofRoyaltylookingatthem;theQueenbowing;thePrincesaluting;atthethoughtoftheheavenlylifedivinelybestoweduponKings;oftheequerriesanddeepcurtsies;oftheQueen’solddoll’shouse;ofPrincessMarymarriedtoanEnglishman,andthePrince—ah!thePrince!whotookwonderfully,theysaid,afteroldKingEdward,butwaseversomuchslimmer.ThePrincelivedatSt.James’s;buthemightcomealonginthemorningtovisithismother.

           SoSarahBletchleysaidwithherbabyinherarms,tippingherfootupanddownasthoughshewerebyherownfenderinPimlico,butkeepinghereyesontheMall,whileEmilyCoatesrangedoverthePalacewindowsandthoughtofthehousemaids,theinnumerablehousemaids,thebedrooms,theinnumerablebedrooms.JoinedbyanelderlygentlemanwithanAberdeenterrier,bymenwithoutoccupation,thecrowdincreased.LittleMr.