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For
there
was
Professor
Brierly
,
who
lectured
on
Milton
,
talking
to
little
Jim
Hutton
(
who
was
unable
even
for
a
party
like
this
to
compass
both
tie
and
waistcoat
or
make
his
hair
lie
flat
)
,
and
even
at
this
distance
they
were
quarrelling
,
she
could
see
.
For
Professor
Brierly
was
a
very
queer
fish
.
With
all
those
degrees
,
honours
,
lectureships
between
him
and
the
scribblers
he
suspected
instantly
an
atmosphere
not
favourable
to
his
queer
compound
;
his
prodigious
learning
and
timidity
;
his
wintry
charm
without
cordiality
;
his
innocence
blent
with
snobbery
;
he
quivered
if
made
conscious
by
a
lady
's
unkempt
hair
,
a
youth
's
boots
,
of
an
underworld
,
very
creditable
doubtless
,
of
rebels
,
of
ardent
young
people
;
of
would-be
geniuses
,
and
intimated
with
a
little
toss
of
the
head
,
with
a
sniff
--
Humph
!
--
the
value
of
moderation
;
of
some
slight
training
in
the
classics
in
order
to
appreciate
Milton
.
Professor
Brierly
(
Clarissa
could
see
)
was
n't
hitting
it
off
with
little
Jim
Hutton
(
who
wore
red
socks
,
his
black
being
at
the
laundry
)
about
Milton
.
She
interrupted
.
She
said
she
loved
Bach
.
So
did
Hutton
.
That
was
the
bond
between
them
,
and
Hutton
(
a
very
bad
poet
)
always
felt
that
Mrs.
Dalloway
was
far
the
best
of
the
great
ladies
who
took
an
interest
in
art
.
It
was
odd
how
strict
she
was
.
About
music
she
was
purely
impersonal
.
She
was
rather
a
prig
.
But
how
charming
to
look
at
!
She
made
her
house
so
nice
if
it
were
n't
for
her
Professors
.
Clarissa
had
half
a
mind
to
snatch
him
off
and
set
him
down
at
the
piano
in
the
back
room
.
For
he
played
divinely
.
"
But
the
noise
!
"
she
said
.
"
The
noise
!
"
"
The
sign
of
a
successful
party
.
"
Nodding
urbanely
,
the
Professor
stepped
delicately
off
.
"
He
knows
everything
in
the
whole
world
about
Milton
,
"
said
Clarissa
.
"
Does
he
indeed
?
"
said
Hutton
,
who
would
imitate
the
Professor
throughout
Hampstead
;
the
Professor
on
Milton
;
the
Professor
on
moderation
;
the
Professor
stepping
delicately
off
.
But
she
must
speak
to
that
couple
,
said
Clarissa
,
Lord
Gayton
and
Nancy
Blow
.
Not
that
THEY
added
perceptibly
to
the
noise
of
the
party
.
They
were
not
talking
(
perceptibly
)
as
they
stood
side
by
side
by
the
yellow
curtains
.
They
would
soon
be
off
elsewhere
,
together
;
and
never
had
very
much
to
say
in
any
circumstances
.
They
looked
;
that
was
all
.
That
was
enough
.
They
looked
so
clean
,
so
sound
,
she
with
an
apricot
bloom
of
powder
and
paint
,
but
he
scrubbed
,
rinsed
,
with
the
eyes
of
a
bird
,
so
that
no
ball
could
pass
him
or
stroke
surprise
him
.
He
struck
,
he
leapt
,
accurately
,
on
the
spot
.
Ponies
'
mouths
quivered
at
the
end
of
his
reins
.
He
had
his
honours
,
ancestral
monuments
,
banners
hanging
in
the
church
at
home
.
He
had
his
duties
;
his
tenants
;
a
mother
and
sisters
;
had
been
all
day
at
Lords
,
and
that
was
what
they
were
talking
about
--
cricket
,
cousins
,
the
movies
--
when
Mrs.
Dalloway
came
up
.
Lord
Gayton
liked
her
most
awfully
.
So
did
Miss
Blow
.
She
had
such
charming
manners
.
