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The
door
opened
.
Elizabeth
knew
that
her
mother
was
resting
.
She
came
in
very
quietly
.
She
stood
perfectly
still
.
Was
it
that
some
Mongol
had
been
wrecked
on
the
coast
of
Norfolk
(
as
Mrs.
Hilbery
said
)
,
had
mixed
with
the
Dalloway
ladies
,
perhaps
,
a
hundred
years
ago
?
For
the
Dalloways
,
in
general
,
were
fair-haired
;
blue-eyed
;
Elizabeth
,
on
the
contrary
,
was
dark
;
had
Chinese
eyes
in
a
pale
face
;
an
Oriental
mystery
;
was
gentle
,
considerate
,
still
.
As
a
child
,
she
had
had
a
perfect
sense
of
humour
;
but
now
at
seventeen
,
why
,
Clarissa
could
not
in
the
least
understand
,
she
had
become
very
serious
;
like
a
hyacinth
,
sheathed
in
glossy
green
,
with
buds
just
tinted
,
a
hyacinth
which
has
had
no
sun
.
She
stood
quite
still
and
looked
at
her
mother
;
but
the
door
was
ajar
,
and
outside
the
door
was
Miss
Kilman
,
as
Clarissa
knew
;
Miss
Kilman
in
her
mackintosh
,
listening
to
whatever
they
said
.
Yes
,
Miss
Kilman
stood
on
the
landing
,
and
wore
a
mackintosh
;
but
had
her
reasons
.
First
,
it
was
cheap
;
second
,
she
was
over
forty
;
and
did
not
,
after
all
,
dress
to
please
.
She
was
poor
,
moreover
;
degradingly
poor
.
Otherwise
she
would
not
be
taking
jobs
from
people
like
the
Dalloways
;
from
rich
people
,
who
liked
to
be
kind
.
Mr.
Dalloway
,
to
do
him
justice
,
had
been
kind
.
But
Mrs.
Dalloway
had
not
.
She
had
been
merely
condescending
.
She
came
from
the
most
worthless
of
all
classes
--
the
rich
,
with
a
smattering
of
culture
.
They
had
expensive
things
everywhere
;
pictures
,
carpets
,
lots
of
servants
.
She
considered
that
she
had
a
perfect
right
to
anything
that
the
Dalloways
did
for
her
.
She
had
been
cheated
.
Yes
,
the
word
was
no
exaggeration
,
for
surely
a
girl
has
a
right
to
some
kind
of
happiness
?
And
she
had
never
been
happy
,
what
with
being
so
clumsy
and
so
poor
.
And
then
,
just
as
she
might
have
had
a
chance
at
Miss
Dolby
's
school
,
the
war
came
;
and
she
had
never
been
able
to
tell
lies
.
Miss
Dolby
thought
she
would
be
happier
with
people
who
shared
her
views
about
the
Germans
.
She
had
had
to
go
.
It
was
true
that
the
family
was
of
German
origin
;
spelt
the
name
Kiehlman
in
the
eighteenth
century
;
but
her
brother
had
been
killed
.
They
turned
her
out
because
she
would
not
pretend
that
the
Germans
were
all
villains
--
when
she
had
German
friends
,
when
the
only
happy
days
of
her
life
had
been
spent
in
Germany
!
And
after
all
,
she
could
read
history
.
She
had
had
to
take
whatever
she
could
get
.
Mr.
Dalloway
had
come
across
her
working
for
the
Friends
.
He
had
allowed
her
(
and
that
was
really
generous
of
him
)
to
teach
his
daughter
history
.
Also
she
did
a
little
Extension
lecturing
and
so
on
.
Then
Our
Lord
had
come
to
her
(
and
here
she
always
bowed
her
head
)
.
She
had
seen
the
light
two
years
and
three
months
ago
.
Now
she
did
not
envy
women
like
Clarissa
Dalloway
;
she
pitied
them
.
She
pitied
and
despised
them
from
the
bottom
of
her
heart
,
as
she
stood
on
the
soft
carpet
,
looking
at
the
old
engraving
of
a
little
girl
with
a
muff
.
With
all
this
luxury
going
on
,
what
hope
was
there
for
a
better
state
of
things
?
Instead
of
lying
on
a
sofa
--
"
My
mother
is
resting
,
"
Elizabeth
had
said
--
she
should
have
been
in
a
factory
;
behind
a
counter
;
Mrs.
Dalloway
and
all
the
other
fine
ladies
!
Bitter
and
burning
,
Miss
Kilman
had
turned
into
a
church
two
years
three
months
ago
.
She
had
heard
the
Rev.
Edward
Whittaker
preach
;
the
boys
sing
;
had
seen
the
solemn
lights
descend
,
and
whether
it
was
the
music
,
or
the
voices
(
she
herself
when
alone
in
the
evening
found
comfort
in
a
violin
;
but
the
sound
was
excruciating
;
she
had
no
ear
)
,
the
hot
and
turbulent
feelings
which
boiled
and
surged
in
her
had
been
assuaged
as
she
sat
there
,
and
she
had
wept
copiously
,
and
gone
to
call
on
Mr.
Whittaker
at
his
private
house
in
Kensington
.
It
was
the
hand
of
God
,
he
said
.
The
Lord
had
shown
her
the
way
.
So
now
,
whenever
the
hot
and
painful
feelings
boiled
within
her
,
this
hatred
of
Mrs.
Dalloway
,
this
grudge
against
the
world
,
she
thought
of
God
.
She
thought
of
Mr.
Whittaker
.
Rage
was
succeeded
by
calm
.
A
sweet
savour
filled
her
veins
,
her
lips
parted
,
and
,
standing
formidable
upon
the
landing
in
her
mackintosh
,
she
looked
with
steady
and
sinister
serenity
at
Mrs.
Dalloway
,
who
came
out
with
her
daughter
.
Elizabeth
said
she
had
forgotten
her
gloves
.
That
was
because
Miss
Kilman
and
her
mother
hated
each
other
.
She
could
not
bear
to
see
them
together
.
She
ran
upstairs
to
find
her
gloves
.
But
Miss
Kilman
did
not
hate
Mrs.
Dalloway
.
Turning
her
large
gooseberry-coloured
eyes
upon
Clarissa
,
observing
her
small
pink
face
,
her
delicate
body
,
her
air
of
freshness
and
fashion
,
Miss
Kilman
felt
,
Fool
!
Simpleton
!
You
who
have
known
neither
sorrow
nor
pleasure
;
who
have
trifled
your
life
away
!
And
there
rose
in
her
an
overmastering
desire
to
overcome
her
;
to
unmask
her
.
If
she
could
have
felled
her
it
would
have
eased
her
.
But
it
was
not
the
body
;
it
was
the
soul
and
its
mockery
that
she
wished
to
subdue
;
make
feel
her
mastery
.
If
only
she
could
make
her
weep
;
could
ruin
her
;
humiliate
her
;
bring
her
to
her
knees
crying
,
You
are
right
!
But
this
was
God
's
will
,
not
Miss
Kilman
's
.
It
was
to
be
a
religious
victory
.
So
she
glared
;
so
she
glowered
.
