(and nobody could be expected to understand)

(you know, she said, what such women get like, with too much paint)

(it was a joke of theirs, her swearing)

(translated)

(but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza)

(She must remember everything to tell Edith.)

(she wrote reams of poetry in those days)

(Nobody ever made her laugh as Septimus did.)

(since his wife had thrown away her wedding ring; since she had left him)

(for he had had his fling)

(the stream of patients being so incessant, the responsibilities and privileges of his profession so onerous)

(her favourite reading as a girl was Huxley and Tyndall, and they were fond of these nautical metaphors)

(and he worked as hard as any man in London)

(about the Duke and the Lady)

(where, she could not be certain)

(She was Clarissa's greatest friend, always about the place, totally unlike her, an attractive creature, handsome, dark, with the reputation in those days of great daring and he used to give her cigars, which she smoked in her bedroom. She had either been engaged to somebody or quarrelled with her

(but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza)

(Clarissa must speak to Lady Bruton.)

(who is invariably wise)

(if people objected)

(as the dead man in the grey suit came nearer)

(so did causes)

(there was the Church)

(She was like a poplar, she was like a river, she was like a hyacinth, Willie Titcomb was thinking. Oh how much nicer to be in the country and do what she liked! She could hear her poor dog howling, Elizabeth was certain.)

(who had been Sally Seton)

(jumping up)

(so it seemed to Mr. Bentley, vigorously rolling his strip of turf at Greenwich)

(and his age made not the least difference to her)

(she had no sense of discretion)

(as if some lovely rose had blossomed for her eyes only)

(though goodness only knows, she had her reserves; it was a mere sketch, he often felt, that even he, after all these years, could make of Clarissa)

(They had been so intimate--he and Sally Seton, it was absurd not to say it.)

(a common delusion)

(poor goose--one didn't dislike her)

(more even than with Richard)

(so he thought as he shaved)

(dear old Peter, for example, thinking her so brilliant)

(Mercifully, she could now say anything to Septimus.)

(without reading Shakespeare)

(it came back to her)

(so did Clarissa herself; she never lounged in any sense of the word; she was straight as a dart, a little rigid in fact)

(for all her scepticism)

(only one was glass)

(it was a joke of theirs, her swearing)

(who is about his own age)

(and I'm staying in Victoria Street, practically next door)

(though goodness only knows, she had her reserves; it was a mere sketch, he often felt, that even he, after all these years, could make of Clarissa)

(and he looked for his hat and coat)

(he never got over lending her one of his books and finding it soaked on the terrace)

(so it seemed to Mr. Bentley, vigorously rolling his strip of turf at Greenwich)