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And
she
had
five
boys
!
She
and
Peter
had
settled
down
together
.
They
were
talking
:
it
seemed
so
familiar
--
that
they
should
be
talking
.
They
would
discuss
the
past
.
With
the
two
of
them
(
more
even
than
with
Richard
)
she
shared
her
past
;
the
garden
;
the
trees
;
old
Joseph
Breitkopf
singing
Brahms
without
any
voice
;
the
drawing-room
wallpaper
;
the
smell
of
the
mats
.
A
part
of
this
Sally
must
always
be
;
Peter
must
always
be
.
But
she
must
leave
them
.
There
were
the
Bradshaws
,
whom
she
disliked
.
She
must
go
up
to
Lady
Bradshaw
(
in
grey
and
silver
,
balancing
like
a
sea-lion
at
the
edge
of
its
tank
,
barking
for
invitations
,
Duchesses
,
the
typical
successful
man
's
wife
)
,
she
must
go
up
to
Lady
Bradshaw
and
say
...
But
Lady
Bradshaw
anticipated
her
.
"
We
are
shockingly
late
,
dear
Mrs.
Dalloway
,
we
hardly
dared
to
come
in
,
"
she
said
.
And
Sir
William
,
who
looked
very
distinguished
,
with
his
grey
hair
and
blue
eyes
,
said
yes
;
they
had
not
been
able
to
resist
the
temptation
.
He
was
talking
to
Richard
about
that
Bill
probably
,
which
they
wanted
to
get
through
the
Commons
.
Why
did
the
sight
of
him
,
talking
to
Richard
,
curl
her
up
?
He
looked
what
he
was
,
a
great
doctor
.
A
man
absolutely
at
the
head
of
his
profession
,
very
powerful
,
rather
worn
.
For
think
what
cases
came
before
him
--
people
in
the
uttermost
depths
of
misery
;
people
on
the
verge
of
insanity
;
husbands
and
wives
.
He
had
to
decide
questions
of
appalling
difficulty
.
Yet
--
what
she
felt
was
,
one
would
n't
like
Sir
William
to
see
one
unhappy
.
No
;
not
that
man
.
"
How
is
your
son
at
Eton
?
"
she
asked
Lady
Bradshaw
.
He
had
just
missed
his
eleven
,
said
Lady
Bradshaw
,
because
of
the
mumps
.
His
father
minded
even
more
than
he
did
,
she
thought
"
being
,
"
she
said
,
"
nothing
but
a
great
boy
himself
.
"
Clarissa
looked
at
Sir
William
,
talking
to
Richard
.
He
did
not
look
like
a
boy
--
not
in
the
least
like
a
boy
.
She
had
once
gone
with
some
one
to
ask
his
advice
.
He
had
been
perfectly
right
;
extremely
sensible
.
But
Heavens
--
what
a
relief
to
get
out
to
the
street
again
!
There
was
some
poor
wretch
sobbing
,
she
remembered
,
in
the
waiting-room
.
But
she
did
not
know
what
it
was
--
about
Sir
William
;
what
exactly
she
disliked
.
Only
Richard
agreed
with
her
,
"
did
n't
like
his
taste
,
did
n't
like
his
smell
.
"
But
he
was
extraordinarily
able
.
They
were
talking
about
this
Bill
.
Some
case
,
Sir
William
was
mentioning
,
lowering
his
voice
.
It
had
its
bearing
upon
what
he
was
saying
about
the
deferred
effects
of
shell
shock
.
There
must
be
some
provision
in
the
Bill
.
Sinking
her
voice
,
drawing
Mrs.
Dalloway
into
the
shelter
of
a
common
femininity
,
a
common
pride
in
the
illustrious
qualities
of
husbands
and
their
sad
tendency
to
overwork
,
Lady
Bradshaw
(
poor
goose
--
one
did
n't
dislike
her
)
murmured
how
,
"
just
as
we
were
starting
,
my
husband
was
called
up
on
the
telephone
,
a
very
sad
case
.
A
young
man
(
that
is
what
Sir
William
is
telling
Mr.
Dalloway
)
had
killed
himself
.
He
had
been
in
the
army
.
