It was a sudden revelation, a tinge like a blush which one
if he were about to say something; and she wondered what? Take Sally Seton; her relation in
Fleet to the Admiralty. Did they know, she asked, that they were surrounded by an
In
Still, scissors
figure dwindle and disappear still she cries out how she would do
And Elizabeth waited in Victoria Street for an omnibus. very odd idea of English husbands? Somebody had brought him over; and Clarissa
All through dinner he tried to hear what they were
envied--a sort of abandonment, as if she could say anything, do
without friends in England, who had left Italy for his sake, a piece
like, and Elaine is training for the family business, and the boy has
She had always earned her living. At any rate she had got Elizabeth. He only felt,
To Miss Kilman
she said, going up to the fine old fellow who
Clarissa came up, with her perfect manners, like a
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"Let us go on, Septimus," said his wife, a little woman, with
She advanced, light, tall, very upright, to be greeted at once by
if he guarded her. Do what you like with them, Clarissa! And down his mind went flat as a marsh, and three great
the hat. conservatories," Clarissa wrote; something like that. Yes, they liked a man who said, "Bartlett pears." "There," she said, pinning a rose to one side of the hat. "That is
There they waited till the
where, or, as she felt, sent by Nature (who is invariably wise); yet
Quiet descended on her, calm, content, as her needle, drawing the
among the gulls. Seriously and solemnly
Where were his papers? and indeed they had
She liked it, she said. matter-of-fact sensible way; without a touch of imagination, without
being thought of in their age, their affliction, thinking themselves
under a tree. Yet--what she felt was, one wouldn't like Sir William to
And Richard would have served under her,
the
It was her heart, he
descend? little pats, as if they hadn't met for a long time, Ellie Henderson
Clarissa Dalloway. underbodice. ever suffer again as Clarissa had made him suffer. grey paper, breasting the stream of the Strand. human soul. "And it came over me 'I might have married you,'" she said,
Alice didn't need rouge, said Mrs. Barnet, looking at her fondly. For no Dalloways
tinted, a hyacinth which has had no sun. overheard! been than one could conceive; and the Queen herself held up; the
There was a ring at the bell--and the gentlemen still in the
doing. table; but something failed him; he could not feel. But the close withdrew;
. laughed, making up stories. horrible to him. Mr. Dalloway will lunch with her to-day. shrouds herself in white and walks penitentially disguised as
She knew it was idiotic. tyre (she was fond of such metaphors), jolted by every pebble, so she
She went on, into the little room where the Prime Minister had
fiddle-strings, yes. But she had to write. directly he saw nothing the sounds of the game became fainter and
not sit beside him when he stared so and did not see her and made
You brute!" doors. But naturally
Last time they met, Peter remembered,
"Beautiful!" fitting--one of nature's masterpieces--that old Miss Parry should
quivered at the end of his reins. luck," she said (for her servants stayed later, if they asked her). grey with plain initials' interlocked on the panel, as if the pomps
"It is the flesh, it is the
prying and insidious were the fingers of the European War, smashed a
Not
112 talking about this. him, but torn it up, yet felt he understood, for people understand
going up, one by one, Mrs. Dalloway walking last and almost always
him, her cloak, her gloves, her shoulders combining with the fringes
might come along in the morning to visit his mother. good-bye, she laughed. this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as
never to this day forgiven her for liking him. could ever have blundered into the nuisance of children. and made her hold his hand to prevent him from falling down, down, he
Diagrams, designs, little men and women brandishing
She must stand there for the present. played divinely. The European War--that little shindy
She had given up her home. He did not
. were embarking in little boats moored to the bank, tossing on the
responsibility. In a public
of despair on his cheeks, and now sees light on the desert's edge
She said that with her Italian accent. The child ran straight back to its nurse, and Rezia saw her
colt, handsome, dumb, just as he was beginning to talk to Clarissa)
never had very much to say in any circumstances. their sakes? It was all perfectly correct. The brain must wake now. were stopped. been--remarkably kind. standing by the curtain all the evening, without speaking? him round her finger. kill yourself, for our sakes. Clarissa Dalloway had
awkwardly, with her father; who had died; and he had not written to
perfectly upholstered body (he was almost too well dressed always,
tactfully helping Lady Lovejoy, who had some trouble with her
Bitter and burning, Miss Kilman had turned into a church two years
could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had
take him away into some park. like it either. That is to say, though he
he did from a respectable Anglo-Indian family which for at least
whenever the hot and painful feelings boiled within her, this hatred
buy anything. snuffing in, after the street uproar, the delicious scent, the
a flag slowly rippling out from a mast when she stayed with her aunt
Well, I've had my fun; I've had it, he thought, looking up at the
All trash, m'dear. that she would hold up and say "It is all in them." the whole party sitting round the tea-table seemed to wobble. all Hugh's carnations into the front of her dress, and flinging her
with that quality which, since she hadn't got it herself, she always
He was left quite alone. the ruin of the world, here was he, as young as ever; envying young
flounder through floods to embrace. They had been deserted. "There's Peter Walsh!" As for the
a lady and a child sat down and the child took the cake, could Miss
more sensitive superficially than the snow-white or gold-kindled
have, the set, the melancholy expression, when sewing. was his name?--an old nurse, old Moody, old Goody, some such name
Something was up, Mr. a kind man, what a good man! They fly
noiselessly, there, precisely at the right instant, the motor-car
To his patients he gave three-quarters of an hour; and if in this
horribly. sheltering under the thin hollow of a leaf, who blinks at the sun
To read her letter needed the devil of
And
He had heard
narrower would her bed be. than Sally's. pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was
She could tell nobody, not even
She had rushed off in a passion. house; which Richard gave her, and she him. looking rather drearily into the glassy depths, and wondering whether
must one repay in daily life to servants, yes, to dogs and canaries,
He looked in the corner for the engraver's name. There was something
should have votes. like a cat's; or she purred. To
so, in what terms and so on), better wait until they have had their
She said she loved Bach. But cricket was no mere game. She owed him words:
life. capable of everlasting devotion, to her own sex in particular, being
impulses, downright feelings, and little introspective power (broad
he cried. the world, and the most miserable? Clarissa had grown hard, he thought; and a trifle sentimental
her body had merely put forth, of its own accord, a green frill. Milan, his wife, and would never, never tell that he was mad! Ellie Henderson, not even caring to hold themselves upright. thought, that plaguy spirit of truth seeking which leaves me at
thought this absence of his in England, ostensibly to see lawyers
But it was too late now. What,
At tea Rezia told him that Mrs. Filmer's daughter was expecting a
saying. about sex--nothing about social problems. affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes. why had he done it? just as she might have had a chance at Miss Dolby's school, the war
music hall; he should have stayed at home, for he knew no one. This one--that she
in her bedroom. Indoors among ordinary things, the cupboard, the table, the
Sir
unhappy." It was, as people say, very like her. that trees are alive; next there is no crime; next love, universal
Dante the same. It seemed so
Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning--fresh as if issued to children on
She had either been engaged to somebody or quarrelled
She could not
very important. ponies, whose forefeet just struck the ground and up they sprung, the
the pad, while Lucy stood by her, trying to explain how, Clarissa read on the telephone pad, "Lady Bruton wishes to know if
"Dear!" not old, he cried, and marched up Whitehall, as if there rolled down
Henderson, glasses for ices. She had been merely condescending. He was
like the wing of a bird. what was the other thing--plants, hydrangeas, syringas, very, very
There was a
And with a curious ironical sweetness he smiled as he placed her
"We shall see you at our party to-night?" And
There were his roses. marked a stage, this post that she felt herself to have become, for
Universal love: the meaning of the world. Love, trees, there is no crime--what was his message? said Clarissa, and Lucy shared as she meant her to her
people, said Dr. Holmes, looking ironically round the room, by all
of words. would say staying on after the lesson standing by the fire-place with
silent stolid creature, who took it all as a matter of course, let
type, she said. she brought in the tray. some sort she exists, he thinks, and advancing down the path with his
infinite pains with some old buffer who might be useful to
lady (they had been neighbours ever so many years) move away from the
dragoons herself. genially the beauty of the red carnations which Lady Bruton (whose
The fresh air was so delicious. earth, now darkness. of the game she was playing with Mrs. Filmer's grandchild, both of
see it now) were absurd. But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. liked golf, liked bridge, and above all women's society, and the
was. drawing-room and made a meeting-point, a radiancy no doubt in some
The chauffeur, who had been opening something, turning something,
editor put it in or not. Everything that was fine, everything that was
Mr. Dalloway had sent for
are not good for us when we are ill." Bradshaw said, he must be
doing homage! thought Rezia. She was afraid it was too small, she
of a whispering gallery return a single voice expanded and made
out, utterly empty within. more in the past than we do, he thought. loveliest--mistress of silver, of linen, of china, for the sun, the
frivolous, solid, flimsy; and she chose, in her abstraction,
There remained only the window, the large
Calmly and competently, Elizabeth Dalloway mounted the Westminster
Plato in bed before breakfast; read Morris; read Shelley by the
and the dress and the way the woman held herself. commodities, to rid herself both of hatred and of love. There in the trenches the change which Mr. What she liked was
mending her dress; playing about; going to parties; running to the
When his old
That Peter Walsh had been in love with Clarissa; that he would go
Witty, with a lizard's flickering tongue,
With a sudden impulse, with a violent anguish, for this woman was
priest of science; and, as the motor car was grey, so to match its
on, they went into the rooms; into something now, not nothing, since
Heaven was divinely merciful, infinitely benignant. right. her--faults, jealousies, vanities, suspicions, like this of Lady
to break into their companionship. them, which singled him out, as if the random uproar of the traffic
assemble. every shade of meaning; which both were so much more solid than they
She said they had a
sometimes bothered her if she woke early in the morning and did not
marriage, and she didn't know whether he had any children, and she
Holmes would get him. Oh, it was for the party; no, he had not
having to raise her voice against the roar of the open air, and,
But what room? the mantelpiece, with the jar of roses. beside her, and couldn't speak. history of Lady Bruton's family. Nothing! were picked out accurately, instantly, by grey-haired Perkins, who
said, she must have children. All taken
feller aboard of it, Mrs. Dempster wagered, and away and away it
to defend, though it was only some little piece of tittle-tattle
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half-past one. and the descent and the start, it seemed as if the whole of London
In the tea-shop among the tables and the chattering waiters
"Ah, the news from India!" It was not conscious. in their cottages. fellows walking across London, that territory of theirs, that little
always be quoting Richard--as if one couldn't know to a tittle what
foliage of a submerged city. him, he smiled good-humouredly, considering the problem of the female
Latin, at the beck and call of some mandarin in an office, something
notice real things, go to a music hall, play cricket--that was the
Brewer knew; Mr. . intolerable, men like that? He did
thought Clarissa, in
matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on
She turned, she
There she perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross, very
the Royal Arms, who but Hugh Whitbread; her old friend Hugh--the
and he
her family, of military men, administrators, admirals, had been men
"What is the name of Mrs. Filmer's married daughter?" landscape in a flash of lightning--and Sally (never had she admired
But it did not
thought, crossing the Green Park and observing with pleasure how in
and isolation; there they sat eating dinner when Mr. Walsh came in
said. He said, pointing to the crucifix, that God knew. yellow curtains. But why did he come,
hearing voices downstairs and thinking that Dr. Holmes had perhaps
But her husband, for they had been married four, five years now,
little bit of stuff gallantly, or praise, wholly, with enthusiastic
men whose education is all learnt from books borrowed from public
stood on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and hesitated, for within
Cheerfully, almost gaily, the invincible thread of sound wound up
had been so intimate--he and Sally Seton, it was absurd not to say
can. he asked. to understand why Clarissa couldn't simply find them a lodging and be
and tar and all the rest of it than sitting mewed in a stuffy bedroom
he going to say? Every power poured its treasures on his head, and
There was quite a scene one night--an
passage naked, and being sent for by Miss Parry! Yellow awnings trembled. They dressed well too; pink stockings; pretty shoes. said that he travelled for some company. carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and
But he remembered Bradshaw said, "The people we are most fond of
Regent's Park (staring at the Indian and his cross), as perhaps at
Of
It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal
thought. Sir William Bradshaw
head on his hands. He began, very cautiously, to open his eyes, to see whether a
She
He should have stayed
"Good-morning to you, Clarissa!" dressed all in white. Dr. Holmes came again. he had become excited suddenly for no reason (and both Dr. Holmes and
What power had Bradshaw over him? went too far). seemed impossible that a being with greenish lips and shaven cheeks
aunts' birthdays, and so on. the corner, like water round the piers of a bridge, drawn together,
fields and the streets of London, he had them; had left home, a mere
side. in the West End on a weekday at this hour for years, than to keep
in Court dress, muttering messages about beauty. street corner. Another penny was it to the Strand? this warm place, this pocket of still air, which one comes on at the
why, when she sat by him, did he start, frown at her, move away, and
a third time at her face, her hands, for what was frightening or
"Just now!" Love and religion! Manchester, the wild, the daring, the romantic Sally! "Don't you want to go with them?" its fulness rather formidable and in its common appeal emotional; for
There he stood by Miss Parry's chair as
Kentish Town! process of living, to find it, with a shock of delight, as the sun
him. Those five years--1918 to 1923--had been, he suspected, somehow
haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of great hemlock
Think, for
Septimus now, and looking back, she saw him sitting in his shabby
needle had broken. She had read late at
in the afternoon of a very hot day. But she derived
like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long,
The prolonged
Whose face was it? Ponies' mouths
Sinking her voice, drawing Mrs. Dalloway into the shelter of a
felt, the very entrails in her body, stretching them as she crossed
there already. loop, raced, sank, rose, and whatever it did, wherever it went, out
that charming little lady, Mrs. Smith, a friendly push before he
up, and they withdrew into a little room which at once became spied
Cambridge. common femininity, a common pride in the illustrious qualities of
go to the window and apologise came from a motor car which had drawn
him), he, Septimus, was alone, called forth in advance of the mass of
sang Brahms without any voice. affinities she had with people she had never spoken to, some woman in
could get past her into her husband's bedroom. herself everywhere; not "here, here, here"; and she tapped the back
tureens, and pudding basins which, however hard they washed up in the
Love--but here the other clock, the clock which always struck two
Ah
But when he said,
was completely disinterested, and besides, it had a quality which
which Hugh had picked up for an old song. have been?--on to some hill, somewhere near the sea, for there were
she could not resist sometimes yielding to the charm of a woman, not
red-haired man, undemonstrative in the company of women), when Evans
barrows in the streets; and prostitutes, good Lord, the fault wasn't
crocus; an inner meaning almost expressed. She had often wanted to write to
For think what cases came before him--people
Anyhow
make her husband (who had nothing whatever seriously the matter with
carrying the Times; stared at them; gaped; and went away. his income it was quite twelve thousand a year. She had never seen the sense of
Peter!" too strong for her--it made the atmosphere thick. Roses, she thought sardonically. Then the thin long cloak which the wind stirred as she walked past
she was always very, very nice, but Miss Kilman squashed the flowers
There was something unusual about him, or something
Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be
self--pointed; dartlike; definite. attractive creature, handsome, dark, with the reputation in those
dear, you ladies are all alike"--Lady Lexham being seventy-five at
(so strange is the power of sounds at certain moments), she did
Holmes and Bradshaw are on you. Aunt Helena just
"And what's all this?" No pleasure could equal, she
the afflicted, who could afford the very large fee which Sir William
sin for which human nature had condemned him to death; that he did
she was with him). Shakespeare--Antony and Cleopatra; pushed Shakespeare aside. East--the efficiency, the organisation, the communal spirit of
his sense of proportion. Bexborough, with a skin of crumpled leather and beautiful eyes. But alas, Wilkins; Wilkins wanted her; Wilkins was emitting in a
knows,--if that was what Miss Kilman meant about being a Christian;
did a man look more horrified! Everybody was going out. control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling;
The ideas
kind, for kind she had been years ago; very kind, but she looked
He had been quite certain
friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very
But going to Bourton had meant so much to
pass. Princess Mary married to an Englishman, and the Prince--ah! the slow sinking, water-logged, of her will into his. example, thinking her so brilliant), had a hollowness; at arm's
And then, opening her eyes, how fresh like
She would become a doctor, a farmer, possibly go
affair of our own? There was Brewer at the office, with his waxed
The Prime Minister had
that bothered Mrs. Walker, as she spun the plates round and round,
"She gave me grapes this morning," she said--that Rezia wanted
He could not keep out of smoking-rooms, liked colonels,
and how odd it was to know him and yet
But to whom does the solitary traveller make reply? "To the Prime Minister," the voices which rustled above his
Bond Street fascinated her; Bond Street early in the morning in
one must be scientific above all things)? But no. In people's eyes, in
Oddly enough, she was one of the most thoroughgoing sceptics he
Might it
above all to Richard her husband, who was the foundation of it--of
strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) Miss Kilman could
thing any more--fatal to art, fatal to friendship. He knew
He would go to Oxford and poke about in the
Fear no more,
She was dead now. She seemed,
It was
thought, swift, daring, indeed (landed as he was last night from
thought Peter Walsh, pausing at the edge of the pavement; and all the
She thought of little out-of-the-way
watch her, moving about, that old lady, crossing the room, coming to
"But what are you going to do?" like the Dalloways; from rich people, who liked to be kind. London; as if one's friends were attached to one's body, after
seek out the people who completed them; even the places. deed-boxes round him, "if he keeps his health," said Mr. Clarissa was pure-hearted; that was it. Hugh was pertinacious. anyhow, all light, glowing, like some bird or air ball that has flown
to exist; to sum it all up in the moment as she passed; turned,
what exactly she disliked. She heard
But everybody adored
Still remembering how once in some primeval May she had walked
Clarissa. Not the
have been there, and old Miss Cummings; Joseph Breitkopf certainly
Hugh could not guarantee that the editor would put it in; but he
waited for them, with their coats blowing open, and the motor
They hunt in packs. second, the idea of her diminished, how hatred (which was for ideas,
Thus, when she said in her offhand way "How's
. Mrs. Filmer waving her apron (they wouldn't bring the body in here,
armoured goddess her ramrod bearing, her robustness of demeanour, so
"But let us sit down for five minutes," said Richard. roses, orchids, to celebrate what was, reckoning things as you will,
"I shall come back," she said, looking at her old friends, Sally
arum lilies was over; and it was the moment between six and seven
that indescribably dried-up little woman look, as Clarissa came in,
marry like that; "a perfect goose she was," he said, but, he said,
For Dr. Holmes had told her to
She had come back to fetch him. Victoria, billowing on her mound, admired her shelves of running
Rezia said were half dead, had been picked by him in the fields of
Life was
to him. Indeed she did
No, it is precisely half-past eleven,
visiting, leaving cards, being kind to people; running about with
being preserved in his simplicity yet at the same time grown rather
finding, and passing further and further away. there was some flaw in his character. When she sewed, he thought, she made a sound like a
that something awful was about to happen; looking at the flowers, at
thinks, may I never go back to the lamplight; to the sitting-room;
is her name and she feasts on the wills of the weakly, loving to
sticking them together again; not at any rate when one was sixty-two. house with the grey motor car in front of it. out crying. praising duty, gratitude, fidelity, love of England. She thought of Mr. Whittaker. hat. oddly enough she had quite forgotten what she looked like, but felt
necks over the Zoo palings, barking, howling. Halls, or he might settle in and read an absorbing book written by a
recollection of her, as if this bell had come into the room years
stand still and powder her nose in front of every one. impress of Sir William's will. Still, one got over things. indeed, however devoted, were secretly doubtful themselves, of her
the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the
daughter. There was a man, charming, clever,
Mrs. Filmer's area railings. Not much, not yet, Peter admitted. with the china cockatoo, she had seen them all lit up once; and
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