Місіс Деллоуей

           Wasshe,hewonderedasshemoved,respectable?Witty,withalizard’sflickeringtongue,hethought(foronemustinvent,mustallowoneselfalittlediversion),acoolwaitingwit,adartingwit;notnoisy.

           Shemoved;shecrossed;hefollowedher.Toembarrassherwasthelastthinghewished.Stillifshestoppedhewouldsay“Comeandhaveanice,”hewouldsay,andshewouldanswer,perfectlysimply,“Ohyes.”

           Butotherpeoplegotbetweentheminthestreet,obstructinghim,blottingherout.Hepursued;shechanged.Therewascolourinhercheeks;mockeryinhereyes;hewasanadventurer,reckless,hethought,swift,daring,indeed(landedashewaslastnightfromIndia)aromanticbuccaneer,carelessofallthesedamnedproprieties,yellowdressing-gowns,pipes,fishing-rods,intheshopwindows;andrespectabilityandeveningpartiesandspruceoldmenwearingwhiteslipsbeneaththeirwaistcoats.Hewasabuccaneer.Onandonshewent,acrossPiccadilly,andupRegentStreet,aheadofhim,hercloak,hergloves,hershoulderscombiningwiththefringesandthelacesandthefeatherboasinthewindowstomakethespiritoffineryandwhimsywhichdwindledoutoftheshopsontothepavement,asthelightofalampgoeswaveringatnightoverhedgesinthedarkness.