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He
had
gone
in
to
dinner
rather
late
,
from
some
idiotic
idea
of
making
himself
felt
,
and
had
sat
down
by
old
Miss
Parry
--
Aunt
Helena
--
Mr.
Parry
's
sister
,
who
was
supposed
to
preside
.
There
she
sat
in
her
white
Cashmere
shawl
,
with
her
head
against
the
window
--
a
formidable
old
lady
,
but
kind
to
him
,
for
he
had
found
her
some
rare
flower
,
and
she
was
a
great
botanist
,
marching
off
in
thick
boots
with
a
black
collecting-box
slung
between
her
shoulders
.
He
sat
down
beside
her
,
and
could
n't
speak
.
Everything
seemed
to
race
past
him
;
he
just
sat
there
,
eating
.
And
then
half-way
through
dinner
he
made
himself
look
across
at
Clarissa
for
the
first
time
.
She
was
talking
to
a
young
man
on
her
right
.
He
had
a
sudden
revelation
.
"
She
will
marry
that
man
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
He
did
n't
even
know
his
name
.
For
of
course
it
was
that
afternoon
,
that
very
afternoon
,
that
Dalloway
had
come
over
;
and
Clarissa
called
him
"
Wickham
"
;
that
was
the
beginning
of
it
all
.
Somebody
had
brought
him
over
;
and
Clarissa
got
his
name
wrong
.
She
introduced
him
to
everybody
as
Wickham
.
At
last
he
said
"
My
name
is
Dalloway
!
"
--
that
was
his
first
view
of
Richard
--
a
fair
young
man
,
rather
awkward
,
sitting
on
a
deck-chair
,
and
blurting
out
"
My
name
is
Dalloway
!
"
Sally
got
hold
of
it
;
always
after
that
she
called
him
"
My
name
is
Dalloway
!
"
He
was
a
prey
to
revelations
at
that
time
.
This
one
--
that
she
would
marry
Dalloway
--
was
blinding
--
overwhelming
at
the
moment
.
There
was
a
sort
of
--
how
could
he
put
it
?
--
a
sort
of
ease
in
her
manner
to
him
;
something
maternal
;
something
gentle
.
They
were
talking
about
politics
.
All
through
dinner
he
tried
to
hear
what
they
were
saying
.
Afterwards
he
could
remember
standing
by
old
Miss
Parry
's
chair
in
the
drawing-room
.
Clarissa
came
up
,
with
her
perfect
manners
,
like
a
real
hostess
,
and
wanted
to
introduce
him
to
some
one
--
spoke
as
if
they
had
never
met
before
,
which
enraged
him
.
Yet
even
then
he
admired
her
for
it
.
He
admired
her
courage
;
her
social
instinct
;
he
admired
her
power
of
carrying
things
through
.
"
The
perfect
hostess
,
"
he
said
to
her
,
whereupon
she
winced
all
over
.
But
he
meant
her
to
feel
it
.
He
would
have
done
anything
to
hurt
her
after
seeing
her
with
Dalloway
.
So
she
left
him
.
And
he
had
a
feeling
that
they
were
all
gathered
together
in
a
conspiracy
against
him
--
laughing
and
talking
--
behind
his
back
.
There
he
stood
by
Miss
Parry
's
chair
as
though
he
had
been
cut
out
of
wood
,
he
talking
about
wild
flowers
.
Never
,
never
had
he
suffered
so
infernally
!
He
must
have
forgotten
even
to
pretend
to
listen
;
at
last
he
woke
up
;
he
saw
Miss
Parry
looking
rather
disturbed
,
rather
indignant
,
with
her
prominent
eyes
fixed
.
He
almost
cried
out
that
he
could
n't
attend
because
he
was
in
Hell
!
People
began
going
out
of
the
room
.
He
heard
them
talking
about
fetching
cloaks
;
about
its
being
cold
on
the
water
,
and
so
on
.
They
were
going
boating
on
the
lake
by
moonlight
--
one
of
Sally
's
mad
ideas
.
He
could
hear
her
describing
the
moon
.
And
they
all
went
out
.
He
was
left
quite
alone
.
"
Do
n't
you
want
to
go
with
them
?
"
said
Aunt
Helena
--
old
Miss
Parry
!
--
she
had
guessed
.
And
he
turned
round
and
there
was
Clarissa
again
.
She
had
come
back
to
fetch
him
.
He
was
overcome
by
her
generosity
--
her
goodness
.
"
Come
along
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
're
waiting
.
"
He
had
never
felt
so
happy
in
the
whole
of
his
life
!
Without
a
word
they
made
it
up
.
They
walked
down
to
the
lake
.
He
had
twenty
minutes
of
perfect
happiness
.
Her
voice
,
her
laugh
,
her
dress
(
something
floating
,
white
,
crimson
)
,
her
spirit
,
her
adventurousness
;
she
made
them
all
disembark
and
explore
the
island
;
she
startled
a
hen
;
she
laughed
;
she
sang
.
And
all
the
time
,
he
knew
perfectly
well
,
Dalloway
was
falling
in
love
with
her
;
she
was
falling
in
love
with
Dalloway
;
but
it
did
n't
seem
to
matter
.
Nothing
mattered
.
They
sat
on
the
ground
and
talked
--
he
and
Clarissa
.
They
went
in
and
out
of
each
other
's
minds
without
any
effort
.
And
then
in
a
second
it
was
over
.
He
said
to
himself
as
they
were
getting
into
the
boat
,
"
She
will
marry
that
man
,
"
dully
,
without
any
resentment
;
but
it
was
an
obvious
thing
.
Dalloway
would
marry
Clarissa
.
Dalloway
rowed
them
in
.
He
said
nothing
.
But
somehow
as
they
watched
him
start
,
jumping
on
to
his
bicycle
to
ride
twenty
miles
through
the
woods
,
wobbling
off
down
the
drive
,
waving
his
hand
and
disappearing
,
he
obviously
did
feel
,
instinctively
,
tremendously
,
strongly
,
all
that
;
the
night
;
the
romance
;
Clarissa
.
He
deserved
to
have
her
.
For
himself
,
he
was
absurd
.
His
demands
upon
Clarissa
(
he
could
see
it
now
)
were
absurd
.
He
asked
impossible
things
.
He
made
terrible
scenes
.
She
would
have
accepted
him
still
,
perhaps
,
if
he
had
been
less
absurd
.
Sally
thought
so
.
She
wrote
him
all
that
summer
long
letters
;
how
they
had
talked
of
him
;
how
she
had
praised
him
,
how
Clarissa
burst
into
tears
!
It
was
an
extraordinary
summer
--
all
letters
,
scenes
,
telegrams
--
arriving
at
Bourton
early
in
the
morning
,
hanging
about
till
the
servants
were
up
;
appalling
tête-à-têtes
with
old
Mr.
Parry
at
breakfast
;
Aunt
Helena
formidable
but
kind
;
Sally
sweeping
him
off
for
talks
in
the
vegetable
garden
;
Clarissa
in
bed
with
headaches
.
