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But
she
made
him
believe
that
he
could
do
whatever
he
wanted
.
He
had
felt
her
eyes
on
him
all
day
today
,
following
him
about
(
though
she
never
said
a
word
)
as
if
she
were
saying
,
"
Yes
,
you
can
do
it
.
I
believe
in
you
.
I
expect
it
of
you
.
"
She
had
made
him
feel
all
that
,
and
directly
they
got
back
(
he
looked
for
the
lights
of
the
house
above
the
bay
)
he
would
go
to
her
and
say
,
"
I
've
done
it
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
;
thanks
to
you
.
"
And
so
turning
into
the
lane
that
led
to
the
house
he
could
see
lights
moving
about
in
the
upper
windows
.
They
must
be
awfully
late
then
.
People
were
getting
ready
for
dinner
.
The
house
was
all
lit
up
,
and
the
lights
after
the
darkness
made
his
eyes
feel
full
,
and
he
said
to
himself
,
childishly
,
as
he
walked
up
the
drive
,
Lights
,
lights
,
lights
,
and
repeated
in
a
dazed
way
,
Lights
,
lights
,
lights
,
as
they
came
into
the
house
staring
about
him
with
his
face
quite
stiff
.
But
,
good
heavens
,
he
said
to
himself
,
putting
his
hand
to
his
tie
,
I
must
not
make
a
fool
of
myself
.
)
"
Yes
,
"
said
Prue
,
in
her
considering
way
,
answering
her
mother
's
question
,
"
I
think
Nancy
did
go
with
them
.
"
Well
then
,
Nancy
had
gone
with
them
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
supposed
,
wondering
,
as
she
put
down
a
brush
,
took
up
a
comb
,
and
said
"
Come
in
"
to
a
tap
at
the
door
(
Jasper
and
Rose
came
in
)
,
whether
the
fact
that
Nancy
was
with
them
made
it
less
likely
or
more
likely
that
anything
would
happen
;
it
made
it
less
likely
,
somehow
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
felt
,
very
irrationally
,
except
that
after
all
holocaust
on
such
a
scale
was
not
probable
.
They
could
not
all
be
drowned
.
And
again
she
felt
alone
in
the
presence
of
her
old
antagonist
,
life
.
Jasper
and
Rose
said
that
Mildred
wanted
to
know
whether
she
should
wait
dinner
.
"
Not
for
the
Queen
of
England
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
emphatically
.
"
Not
for
the
Empress
of
Mexico
,
"
she
added
,
laughing
at
Jasper
;
for
he
shared
his
mother
's
vice
:
he
,
too
,
exaggerated
.
And
if
Rose
liked
,
she
said
,
while
Jasper
took
the
message
,
she
might
choose
which
jewels
she
was
to
wear
.
When
there
are
fifteen
people
sitting
down
to
dinner
,
one
can
not
keep
things
waiting
for
ever
.
She
was
now
beginning
to
feel
annoyed
with
them
for
being
so
late
;
it
was
inconsiderate
of
them
,
and
it
annoyed
her
on
top
of
her
anxiety
about
them
,
that
they
should
choose
this
very
night
to
be
out
late
,
when
,
in
fact
,
she
wished
the
dinner
to
be
particularly
nice
,
since
William
Bankes
had
at
last
consented
to
dine
with
them
;
and
they
were
having
Mildred
's
masterpiece
--
BOEUF
EN
DAUBE
.
Everything
depended
upon
things
being
served
up
to
the
precise
moment
they
were
ready
.
The
beef
,
the
bayleaf
,
and
the
wine
--
all
must
be
done
to
a
turn
.
To
keep
it
waiting
was
out
of
the
question
.
Yet
of
course
tonight
,
of
all
nights
,
out
they
went
,
and
they
came
in
late
,
and
things
had
to
be
sent
out
,
things
had
to
be
kept
hot
;
the
BOEUF
EN
DAUBE
would
be
entirely
spoilt
.
Jasper
offered
her
an
opal
necklace
;
Rose
a
gold
necklace
.
Which
looked
best
against
her
black
dress
?
Which
did
indeed
,
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
absent-mindedly
,
looking
at
her
neck
and
shoulders
(
but
avoiding
her
face
)
in
the
glass
.
And
then
,
while
the
children
rummaged
among
her
things
,
she
looked
out
of
the
window
at
a
sight
which
always
amused
her
--
the
rooks
trying
to
decide
which
tree
to
settle
on
.
Every
time
,
they
seemed
to
change
their
minds
and
rose
up
into
the
air
again
,
because
,
she
thought
,
the
old
rook
,
the
father
rook
,
old
Joseph
was
her
name
for
him
,
was
a
bird
of
a
very
trying
and
difficult
disposition
.
He
was
a
disreputable
old
bird
,
with
half
his
wing
feathers
missing
.
He
was
like
some
seedy
old
gentleman
in
a
top
hat
she
had
seen
playing
the
horn
in
front
of
a
public
house
.
"
Look
!
"
she
said
,
laughing
.
They
were
actually
fighting
.
Joseph
and
Mary
were
fighting
.
Anyhow
they
all
went
up
again
,
and
the
air
was
shoved
aside
by
their
black
wings
and
cut
into
exquisite
scimitar
shapes
.
The
movements
of
the
wings
beating
out
,
out
,
out
--
she
could
never
describe
it
accurately
enough
to
please
herself
--
was
one
of
the
loveliest
of
all
to
her
.
Look
at
that
,
she
said
to
Rose
,
hoping
that
Rose
would
see
it
more
clearly
than
she
could
.
For
one
's
children
so
often
gave
one
's
own
perceptions
a
little
thrust
forwards
.
