Місіс Деллоуей

           Thewholeworldmighthaveturnedupsidedown!Theothersdisappeared;thereshewasalonewithSally.Andshefeltthatshehadbeengivenapresent,wrappedup,andtoldjusttokeepit,nottolookatit—adiamond,somethinginfinitelyprecious,wrappedup,which,astheywalked(upanddown,upanddown),sheuncovered,ortheradianceburntthrough,therevelation,thereligiousfeeling!—whenoldJosephandPeterfacedthem:

           “Star-gazing?”saidPeter.

           Itwaslikerunningone’sfaceagainstagranitewallinthedarkness!Itwasshocking;itwashorrible!

           Notforherself.ShefeltonlyhowSallywasbeingmauledalready,maltreated;shefelthishostility;hisjealousy;hisdeterminationtobreakintotheircompanionship.Allthisshesawasoneseesalandscapeinaflashoflightning—andSally(neverhadsheadmiredhersomuch!)gallantlytakingherwayunvanquished.Shelaughed.ShemadeoldJosephtellherthenamesofthestars,whichhelikeddoingveryseriously.Shestoodthere:shelistened.Sheheardthenamesofthestars.

           “Ohthishorror!”shesaidtoherself,asifshehadknownallalongthatsomethingwouldinterrupt,wouldembitterhermomentofhappiness.

           Yet,afterall,howmuchsheowedtohimlater.Alwayswhenshethoughtofhimshethoughtoftheirquarrelsforsomereason—becauseshewantedhisgoodopinionsomuch,perhaps.