Місіс Деллоуей

           EvenEllieHendersonwasgoing,nearlylastofall,thoughnoonehadspokentoher,butshehadwantedtoseeeverything,totellEdith.AndRichardandElizabethwererathergladitwasover,butRichardwasproudofhisdaughter.Andhehadnotmeanttotellher,buthecouldnothelptellingher.Hehadlookedather,hesaid,andhehadwondered,Whoisthatlovelygirl?anditwashisdaughter!Thatdidmakeherhappy.Butherpoordogwashowling.

           “Richardhasimproved.Youareright,”saidSally.“Ishallgoandtalktohim.Ishallsaygoodnight.Whatdoesthebrainmatter,”saidLadyRosseter,gettingup,“comparedwiththeheart?”

           “Iwillcome,”saidPeter,buthesatonforamoment.Whatisthisterror?whatisthisecstasy?hethoughttohimself.Whatisitthatfillsmewithextraordinaryexcitement?

           ItisClarissa,hesaid.

           Forthereshewas.