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For
he
would
say
it
in
so
many
words
,
when
he
came
into
the
room
.
Because
it
is
a
thousand
pities
never
to
say
what
one
feels
,
he
thought
,
crossing
the
Green
Park
and
observing
with
pleasure
how
in
the
shade
of
the
trees
whole
families
,
poor
families
,
were
sprawling
;
children
kicking
up
their
legs
;
sucking
milk
;
paper
bags
thrown
about
,
which
could
easily
be
picked
up
(
if
people
objected
)
by
one
of
those
fat
gentlemen
in
livery
;
for
he
was
of
opinion
that
every
park
,
and
every
square
,
during
the
summer
months
should
be
open
to
children
(
the
grass
of
the
park
flushed
and
faded
,
lighting
up
the
poor
mothers
of
Westminster
and
their
crawling
babies
,
as
if
a
yellow
lamp
were
moved
beneath
)
.
But
what
could
be
done
for
female
vagrants
like
that
poor
creature
,
stretched
on
her
elbow
(
as
if
she
had
flung
herself
on
the
earth
,
rid
of
all
ties
,
to
observe
curiously
,
to
speculate
boldly
,
to
consider
the
whys
and
the
wherefores
,
impudent
,
loose-lipped
,
humorous
)
,
he
did
not
know
.
Bearing
his
flowers
like
a
weapon
,
Richard
Dalloway
approached
her
;
intent
he
passed
her
;
still
there
was
time
for
a
spark
between
them
--
she
laughed
at
the
sight
of
him
,
he
smiled
good-humouredly
,
considering
the
problem
of
the
female
vagrant
;
not
that
they
would
ever
speak
.
But
he
would
tell
Clarissa
that
he
loved
her
,
in
so
many
words
.
He
had
,
once
upon
a
time
,
been
jealous
of
Peter
Walsh
;
jealous
of
him
and
Clarissa
.
But
she
had
often
said
to
him
that
she
had
been
right
not
to
marry
Peter
Walsh
;
which
,
knowing
Clarissa
,
was
obviously
true
;
she
wanted
support
.
Not
that
she
was
weak
;
but
she
wanted
support
.
As
for
Buckingham
Palace
(
like
an
old
prima
donna
facing
the
audience
all
in
white
)
you
ca
n't
deny
it
a
certain
dignity
,
he
considered
,
nor
despise
what
does
,
after
all
,
stand
to
millions
of
people
(
a
little
crowd
was
waiting
at
the
gate
to
see
the
King
drive
out
)
for
a
symbol
,
absurd
though
it
is
;
a
child
with
a
box
of
bricks
could
have
done
better
,
he
thought
;
looking
at
the
memorial
to
Queen
Victoria
(
whom
he
could
remember
in
her
horn
spectacles
driving
through
Kensington
)
,
its
white
mound
,
its
billowing
motherliness
;
but
he
liked
being
ruled
by
the
descendant
of
Horsa
;
he
liked
continuity
;
and
the
sense
of
handing
on
the
traditions
of
the
past
.
It
was
a
great
age
in
which
to
have
lived
.
Indeed
,
his
own
life
was
a
miracle
;
let
him
make
no
mistake
about
it
;
here
he
was
,
in
the
prime
of
life
,
walking
to
his
house
in
Westminster
to
tell
Clarissa
that
he
loved
her
.
Happiness
is
this
he
thought
.
It
is
this
,
he
said
,
as
he
entered
Dean
's
Yard
.
Big
Ben
was
beginning
to
strike
,
first
the
warning
,
musical
;
then
the
hour
,
irrevocable
.
Lunch
parties
waste
the
entire
afternoon
,
he
thought
,
approaching
his
door
.
The
sound
of
Big
Ben
flooded
Clarissa
's
drawing-room
,
where
she
sat
,
ever
so
annoyed
,
at
her
writing-table
;
worried
;
annoyed
.
It
was
perfectly
true
that
she
had
not
asked
Ellie
Henderson
to
her
party
;
but
she
had
done
it
on
purpose
.
Now
Mrs.
Marsham
wrote
"
she
had
told
Ellie
Henderson
she
would
ask
Clarissa
--
Ellie
so
much
wanted
to
come
.
"
But
why
should
she
invite
all
the
dull
women
in
London
to
her
parties
?
Why
should
Mrs.
Marsham
interfere
?
And
there
was
Elizabeth
closeted
all
this
time
with
Doris
Kilman
.
Anything
more
nauseating
she
could
not
conceive
.
Prayer
at
this
hour
with
that
woman
.
And
the
sound
of
the
bell
flooded
the
room
with
its
melancholy
wave
;
which
receded
,
and
gathered
itself
together
to
fall
once
more
,
when
she
heard
,
distractingly
,
something
fumbling
,
something
scratching
at
the
door
.
Who
at
this
hour
?
Three
,
good
Heavens
!
Three
already
!
For
with
overpowering
directness
and
dignity
the
clock
struck
three
;
and
she
heard
nothing
else
;
but
the
door
handle
slipped
round
and
in
came
Richard
!
What
a
surprise
!
In
came
Richard
,
holding
out
flowers
.
She
had
failed
him
,
once
at
Constantinople
;
and
Lady
Bruton
,
whose
lunch
parties
were
said
to
be
extraordinarily
amusing
,
had
not
asked
her
.
He
was
holding
out
flowers
--
roses
,
red
and
white
roses
.
(
But
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
say
he
loved
her
;
not
in
so
many
words
.
)
But
how
lovely
,
she
said
,
taking
his
flowers
.
She
understood
;
she
understood
without
his
speaking
;
his
Clarissa
.
She
put
them
in
vases
on
the
mantelpiece
.
How
lovely
they
looked
!
she
said
.
And
was
it
amusing
,
she
asked
?
Had
Lady
Bruton
asked
after
her
?
Peter
Walsh
was
back
.
Mrs.
Marsham
had
written
.
Must
she
ask
Ellie
Henderson
?
That
woman
Kilman
was
upstairs
.
"
But
let
us
sit
down
for
five
minutes
,
"
said
Richard
.
It
all
looked
so
empty
.
All
the
chairs
were
against
the
wall
.
