Місіс Деллоуей

           Hestartedviolently.Peoplemustnotice.

           “Iamgoingtowalktothefountainandback,”shesaid.

           Forshecouldstanditnolonger.Dr.Holmesmightsaytherewasnothingthematter.Farratherwouldshethatheweredead!Shecouldnotsitbesidehimwhenhestaredsoanddidnotseeherandmadeeverythingterrible;skyandtree,childrenplaying,draggingcarts,blowingwhistles,fallingdown;allwereterrible.Andhewouldnotkillhimself;andshecouldtellnoone.“Septimushasbeenworkingtoohard”—thatwasallshecouldsaytoherownmother.Tolovemakesonesolitary,shethought.Shecouldtellnobody,notevenSeptimusnow,andlookingback,shesawhimsittinginhisshabbyovercoatalone,ontheseat,hunchedup,staring.Anditwascowardlyforamantosayhewouldkillhimself,butSeptimushadfought;hewasbrave;hewasnotSeptimusnow.Sheputonherlacecollar.Sheputonhernewhatandhenevernoticed;andhewashappywithouther.Nothingcouldmakeherhappywithouthim!Nothing!Hewasselfish.Somenare.Forhewasnotill.Dr.Holmessaidtherewasnothingthematterwithhim.Shespreadherhandbeforeher.Look!Herweddingringslipped—shehadgrownsothin.Itwasshewhosuffered—butshehadnobodytotell.