Місіс Деллоуей

           “Howdelightfultoseeyou!”shesaid.DearoldSirHarry!Hewouldknoweveryone.

           Andwhatwassooddaboutitwasthesenseonehadastheycameupthestairsoneafteranother,Mrs.MountandCelia,HerbertAinsty,Mrs.Dakers—ohandLadyBruton!

           “Howawfullygoodofyoutocome!”shesaid,andshemeantit—itwasoddhowstandingthereonefeltthemgoingon,goingon,somequiteold,some...

           WHATname?LadyRosseter?ButwhoonearthwasLadyRosseter?

           “Clarissa!”Thatvoice!ItwasSallySeton!SallySeton!afteralltheseyears!Sheloomedthroughamist.Forshehadn’tlookedlikeTHAT,SallySeton,whenClarissagraspedthehotwatercan,tothinkofherunderthisroof,underthisroof!Notlikethat!

           Allontopofeachother,embarrassed,laughing,wordstumbledout—passingthroughLondon;heardfromClaraHaydon;whatachanceofseeingyou!SoIthrustmyselfin—withoutaninvitation....

           Onemightputdownthehotwatercanquitecomposedly.Thelustrehadgoneoutofher.Yetitwasextraordinarytoseeheragain,older,happier,lesslovely.Theykissedeachother,firstthischeekthenthat,bythedrawing-roomdoor,andClarissaturned,withSally’shandinhers,andsawherroomsfull,heardtheroarofvoices,sawthecandlesticks,theblowingcurtains,andtheroseswhichRichardhadgivenher.

           “Ihavefiveenormousboys,”saidSally.