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"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
with
great
severity
.
Apart
from
the
habit
of
exaggeration
which
they
had
from
her
,
and
from
the
implication
(
which
was
true
)
that
she
asked
too
many
people
to
stay
,
and
had
to
lodge
some
in
the
town
,
she
could
not
bear
incivility
to
her
guests
,
to
young
men
in
particular
,
who
were
poor
as
churchmice
,
"
exceptionally
able
,
"
her
husband
said
,
his
great
admirers
,
and
come
there
for
a
holiday
.
Indeed
,
she
had
the
whole
of
the
other
sex
under
her
protection
;
for
reasons
she
could
not
explain
,
for
their
chivalry
and
valour
,
for
the
fact
that
they
negotiated
treaties
,
ruled
India
,
controlled
finance
;
finally
for
an
attitude
towards
herself
which
no
woman
could
fail
to
feel
or
to
find
agreeable
,
something
trustful
,
childlike
,
reverential
;
which
an
old
woman
could
take
from
a
young
man
without
loss
of
dignity
,
and
woe
betide
the
girl
--
pray
Heaven
it
was
none
of
her
daughters
!
--
who
did
not
feel
the
worth
of
it
,
and
all
that
it
implied
,
to
the
marrow
of
her
bones
!
She
turned
with
severity
upon
Nancy
.
He
had
not
chased
them
,
she
said
.
He
had
been
asked
.
They
must
find
a
way
out
of
it
all
.
There
might
be
some
simpler
way
,
some
less
laborious
way
,
she
sighed
.
When
she
looked
in
the
glass
and
saw
her
hair
grey
,
her
cheek
sunk
,
at
fifty
,
she
thought
,
possibly
she
might
have
managed
things
better
--
her
husband
;
money
;
his
books
.
But
for
her
own
part
she
would
never
for
a
single
second
regret
her
decision
,
evade
difficulties
,
or
slur
over
duties
.
She
was
now
formidable
to
behold
,
and
it
was
only
in
silence
,
looking
up
from
their
plates
,
after
she
had
spoken
so
severely
about
Charles
Tansley
,
that
her
daughters
,
Prue
,
Nancy
,
Rose
--
could
sport
with
infidel
ideas
which
they
had
brewed
for
themselves
of
a
life
different
from
hers
;
in
Paris
,
perhaps
;
a
wilder
life
;
not
always
taking
care
of
some
man
or
other
;
for
there
was
in
all
their
minds
a
mute
questioning
of
deference
and
chivalry
,
of
the
Bank
of
England
and
the
Indian
Empire
,
of
ringed
fingers
and
lace
,
though
to
them
all
there
was
something
in
this
of
the
essence
of
beauty
,
which
called
out
the
manliness
in
their
girlish
hearts
,
and
made
them
,
as
they
sat
at
table
beneath
their
mother
's
eyes
,
honour
her
strange
severity
,
her
extreme
courtesy
,
like
a
queen
's
raising
from
the
mud
to
wash
a
beggar
's
dirty
foot
,
when
she
admonished
them
so
very
severely
about
that
wretched
atheist
who
had
chased
them
--
or
,
speaking
accurately
,
been
invited
to
stay
with
them
--
in
the
Isle
of
Skye
.
"
There
'll
be
no
landing
at
the
Lighthouse
tomorrow
,
"
said
Charles
Tansley
,
clapping
his
hands
together
as
he
stood
at
the
window
with
her
husband
.
Surely
,
he
had
said
enough
.
She
wished
they
would
both
leave
her
and
James
alone
and
go
on
talking
.
She
looked
at
him
.
He
was
such
a
miserable
specimen
,
the
children
said
,
all
humps
and
hollows
.
He
could
n't
play
cricket
;
he
poked
;
he
shuffled
.
He
was
a
sarcastic
brute
,
Andrew
said
.
They
knew
what
he
liked
best
--
to
be
for
ever
walking
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
,
with
Mr.
Ramsay
,
and
saying
who
had
won
this
,
who
had
won
that
,
who
was
a
"
first
rate
man
"
at
Latin
verses
,
who
was
"
brilliant
but
I
think
fundamentally
unsound
,
"
who
was
undoubtedly
the
"
ablest
fellow
in
Balliol
,
"
who
had
buried
his
light
temporarily
at
Bristol
or
Bedford
,
but
was
bound
to
be
heard
of
later
when
his
Prolegomena
,
of
which
Mr.
Tansley
had
the
first
pages
in
proof
with
him
if
Mr.
Ramsay
would
like
to
see
them
,
to
some
branch
of
mathematics
or
philosophy
saw
the
light
of
day
.
That
was
what
they
talked
about
.
She
could
not
help
laughing
herself
sometimes
.
She
said
,
the
other
day
,
something
about
"
waves
mountains
high
.
"
Yes
,
said
Charles
Tansley
,
it
was
a
little
rough
.
"
Are
n't
you
drenched
to
the
skin
?
"
she
had
said
.
"
Damp
,
not
wet
through
,
"
said
Mr.
Tansley
,
pinching
his
sleeve
,
feeling
his
socks
.
But
it
was
not
that
they
minded
,
the
children
said
.
It
was
not
his
face
;
it
was
not
his
manners
.
It
was
him
--
his
point
of
view
.
When
they
talked
about
something
interesting
,
people
,
music
,
history
,
anything
,
even
said
it
was
a
fine
evening
so
why
not
sit
out
of
doors
,
then
what
they
complained
of
about
Charles
Tansley
was
that
until
he
had
turned
the
whole
thing
round
and
made
it
somehow
reflect
himself
and
disparage
them
--
he
was
not
satisfied
.
And
he
would
go
to
picture
galleries
they
said
,
and
he
would
ask
one
,
did
one
like
his
tie
?
God
knows
,
said
Rose
,
one
did
not
.
Disappearing
as
stealthily
as
stags
from
the
dinner-table
directly
the
meal
was
over
,
the
eight
sons
and
daughters
of
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Ramsay
sought
their
bedrooms
,
their
fastness
in
a
house
where
there
was
no
other
privacy
to
debate
anything
,
everything
;
Tansley
's
tie
;
the
passing
of
the
Reform
Bill
;
sea
birds
and
butterflies
;
people
;
while
the
sun
poured
into
those
attics
,
which
a
plank
alone
separated
from
each
other
so
that
every
footstep
could
be
plainly
heard
and
the
Swiss
girl
sobbing
for
her
father
who
was
dying
of
cancer
in
a
valley
of
the
Grisons
,
and
lit
up
bats
,
flannels
,
straw
hats
,
ink-pots
,
paint-pots
,
beetles
,
and
the
skulls
of
small
birds
,
while
it
drew
from
the
long
frilled
strips
of
seaweed
pinned
to
the
wall
a
smell
of
salt
and
weeds
,
which
was
in
the
towels
too
,
gritty
with
sand
from
bathing
.
