(looking at the pompous houses overlooking the Park)

(she was apt to lose things)

(crossing to the dressing-table)

(and these judgements, how superficial, how fragmentary they are!)

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

(thinking it was outrageous to be interrupted at eleven o'clock on the morning of the day she was giving a party)

(Rezia had taken the child to its mother. It was bedtime)

(it might be a motor horn)

(since they had lunched with her)

(and stand she did, with the power and taciturnity of some prehistoric monster armoured for primeval warfare)

(who saved crusts for the squirrels and often ate her lunch in Regent's Park)

(she could not get the thought of her out of her mind that afternoon)

(she herself when alone in the evening found comfort in a violin; but the sound was excruciating; she had no ear)

(she had felt it only this morning)

(for one must invent, must allow oneself a little diversion)

(which Hugh could not remember)

(And so she would go on, Peter felt, hour after hour; the miner's son; people thought she had married beneath her; her five sons; and what was the other thing--plants, hydrangeas, syringas, very, very rare hibiscus lilies that never grow north of the Suez Canal, but she, with one gardener in a

(about the Duke and the Lady)

(being the son of a shopkeeper)

(for one must be scientific above all things)

(for they used to get together in the vegetable garden and compare notes)

(June had drawn out every leaf on the trees. The mothers of Pimlico gave suck to their young. Messages were passing from the Fleet to the Admiralty. Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe the very air in the Park and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality

(combing her hair finally)

(but one must economise, not buy things rashly for Elizabeth)

(she was in the Temple)

(for they used to get together in the vegetable garden and compare notes)

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

(he told Mrs. Filmer)

(about the Duke and the Lady)

(staring at the Indian and his cross)

(knowing her as one does know people who live next door to one in Westminster)

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

(Here Lucy came into the room, carrying silver, more silver, but charming, slender, graceful she looked, he thought, as she stooped to put it down.)

(What was it? Something sweet)

(he felt for a copper to buy a paper and read about Surrey and Yorkshire--he had held out that copper millions of times. Surrey was all out once more)

(like an old prima donna facing the audience all in white)

(it might be an exaggeration--but still so it did seem now)

(but he would think her sentimental--he used to be so sharp)

(without reading Shakespeare)

(only of course for an hour or so)

(writing answers to questions, murmured discreetly, on a pink card)

(besides the relationship was not one that he approved)

(But it was growing late.)

(Nobody ever made her laugh as Septimus did.)

(Huxley again)

(pray God that one might say these things without being overheard!)

(combing her hair finally)

(she hardly ever saw him in London)

(he left his paper on the table and moved off)

(They were waiting to bring the coffee until Mr. Whitbread had finished.)