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It
was
necessary
now
to
carry
everything
a
step
further
.
With
her
foot
on
the
threshold
she
waited
a
moment
longer
in
a
scene
which
was
vanishing
even
as
she
looked
,
and
then
,
as
she
moved
and
took
Minta
's
arm
and
left
the
room
,
it
changed
,
it
shaped
itself
differently
;
it
had
become
,
she
knew
,
giving
one
last
look
at
it
over
her
shoulder
,
already
the
past
.
As
usual
,
Lily
thought
.
There
was
always
something
that
had
to
be
done
at
that
precise
moment
,
something
that
Mrs.
Ramsay
had
decided
for
reasons
of
her
own
to
do
instantly
,
it
might
be
with
every
one
standing
about
making
jokes
,
as
now
,
not
being
able
to
decide
whether
they
were
going
into
the
smoking-room
,
into
the
drawing-room
,
up
to
the
attics
.
Then
one
saw
Mrs.
Ramsay
in
the
midst
of
this
hubbub
standing
there
with
Minta
's
arm
in
hers
,
bethink
her
,
"
Yes
,
it
is
time
for
that
now
,
"
and
so
make
off
at
once
with
an
air
of
secrecy
to
do
something
alone
.
And
directly
she
went
a
sort
of
disintegration
set
in
;
they
wavered
about
,
went
different
ways
,
Mr.
Bankes
took
Charles
Tansley
by
the
arm
and
went
off
to
finish
on
the
terrace
the
discussion
they
had
begun
at
dinner
about
politics
,
thus
giving
a
turn
to
the
whole
poise
of
the
evening
,
making
the
weight
fall
in
a
different
direction
,
as
if
,
Lily
thought
,
seeing
them
go
,
and
hearing
a
word
or
two
about
the
policy
of
the
Labour
Party
,
they
had
gone
up
on
to
the
bridge
of
the
ship
and
were
taking
their
bearings
;
the
change
from
poetry
to
politics
struck
her
like
that
;
so
Mr.
Bankes
and
Charles
Tansley
went
off
while
the
others
stood
looking
at
Mrs.
Ramsay
going
upstairs
in
the
lamplight
alone
.
Where
,
Lily
wondered
,
was
she
going
so
quickly
?
Not
that
she
did
in
fact
run
or
hurry
;
she
went
indeed
rather
slowly
.
She
felt
rather
inclined
just
for
a
moment
to
stand
still
after
all
that
chatter
,
and
pick
out
one
particular
thing
;
the
thing
that
mattered
;
to
detach
it
;
separate
it
off
;
clean
it
of
all
the
emotions
and
odds
and
ends
of
things
,
and
so
hold
it
before
her
,
and
bring
it
to
the
tribunal
where
,
ranged
about
in
conclave
,
sat
the
judges
she
had
set
up
to
decide
these
things
.
Is
it
good
,
is
it
bad
,
is
it
right
or
wrong
?
Where
are
we
all
going
to
?
and
so
on
.
So
she
righted
herself
after
the
shock
of
the
event
,
and
quite
unconsciously
and
incongruously
,
used
the
branches
of
the
elm
trees
outside
to
help
her
to
stabilise
her
position
.
Her
world
was
changing
:
they
were
still
.
The
event
had
given
her
a
sense
of
movement
.
All
must
be
in
order
.
She
must
get
that
right
and
that
right
,
she
thought
,
insensibly
approving
of
the
dignity
of
the
trees
'
stillness
,
and
now
again
of
the
superb
upward
rise
(
like
the
beak
of
a
ship
up
a
wave
)
of
the
elm
branches
as
the
wind
raised
them
.
For
it
was
windy
(
she
stood
a
moment
to
look
out
)
.
It
was
windy
,
so
that
the
leaves
now
and
then
brushed
open
a
star
,
and
the
stars
themselves
seemed
to
be
shaking
and
darting
light
and
trying
to
flash
out
between
the
edges
of
the
leaves
.
Yes
,
that
was
done
then
,
accomplished
;
and
as
with
all
things
done
,
became
solemn
.
Now
one
thought
of
it
,
cleared
of
chatter
and
emotion
,
it
seemed
always
to
have
been
,
only
was
shown
now
and
so
being
shown
,
struck
everything
into
stability
.
They
would
,
she
thought
,
going
on
again
,
however
long
they
lived
,
come
back
to
this
night
;
this
moon
;
this
wind
;
this
house
:
and
to
her
too
.
It
flattered
her
,
where
she
was
most
susceptible
of
flattery
,
to
think
how
,
wound
about
in
their
hearts
,
however
long
they
lived
she
would
be
woven
;
and
this
,
and
this
,
and
this
,
she
thought
,
going
upstairs
,
laughing
,
but
affectionately
,
at
the
sofa
on
the
landing
(
her
mother
's
)
;
at
the
rocking-chair
(
her
father
's
)
;
at
the
map
of
the
Hebrides
.
All
that
would
be
revived
again
in
the
lives
of
Paul
and
Minta
;
"
the
Rayleys
"
--
she
tried
the
new
name
over
;
and
she
felt
,
with
her
hand
on
the
nursery
door
,
that
community
of
feeling
with
other
people
which
emotion
gives
as
if
the
walls
of
partition
had
become
so
thin
that
practically
(
the
feeling
was
one
of
relief
and
happiness
)
it
was
all
one
stream
,
and
chairs
,
tables
,
maps
,
were
hers
,
were
theirs
,
it
did
not
matter
whose
,
and
Paul
and
Minta
would
carry
it
on
when
she
was
dead
.
She
turned
the
handle
,
firmly
,
lest
it
should
squeak
,
and
went
in
,
pursing
her
lips
slightly
,
as
if
to
remind
herself
that
she
must
not
speak
aloud
.
But
directly
she
came
in
she
saw
,
with
annoyance
,
that
the
precaution
was
not
needed
.
The
children
were
not
asleep
.
It
was
most
annoying
.
Mildred
should
be
more
careful
.
There
was
James
wide
awake
and
Cam
sitting
bolt
upright
,
and
Mildred
out
of
bed
in
her
bare
feet
,
and
it
was
almost
eleven
and
they
were
all
talking
.
What
was
the
matter
?
It
was
that
horrid
skull
again
.
She
had
told
Mildred
to
move
it
,
but
Mildred
,
of
course
,
had
forgotten
,
and
now
there
was
Cam
wide
awake
,
and
James
wide
awake
quarrelling
when
they
ought
to
have
been
asleep
hours
ago
.
What
had
possessed
Edward
to
send
them
this
horrid
skull
?
She
had
been
so
foolish
as
to
let
them
nail
it
up
there
.
It
was
nailed
fast
,
Mildred
said
,
and
Cam
could
n't
go
to
sleep
with
it
in
the
room
,
and
James
screamed
if
she
touched
it
.
Then
Cam
must
go
to
sleep
(
it
had
great
horns
said
Cam
)
--
must
go
to
sleep
and
dream
of
lovely
palaces
,
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
sitting
down
on
the
bed
by
her
side
.
She
could
see
the
horns
,
Cam
said
,
all
over
the
room
.
It
was
true
.
Wherever
they
put
the
light
(
and
James
could
not
sleep
without
a
light
)
there
was
always
a
shadow
somewhere
.
"
But
think
,
Cam
,
it
's
only
an
old
pig
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
"
a
nice
black
pig
like
the
pigs
at
the
farm
.
"
But
Cam
thought
it
was
a
horrid
thing
,
branching
at
her
all
over
the
room
.
"
Well
then
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
"
we
will
cover
it
up
,
"
and
they
all
watched
her
go
to
the
chest
of
drawers
,
and
open
the
little
drawers
quickly
one
after
another
,
and
not
seeing
anything
that
would
do
,
she
quickly
took
her
own
shawl
off
and
wound
it
round
the
skull
,
round
and
round
and
round
,
and
then
she
came
back
to
Cam
and
laid
her
head
almost
flat
on
the
pillow
beside
Cam
's
and
said
how
lovely
it
looked
now
;
how
the
fairies
would
love
it
;
it
was
like
a
bird
's
nest
;
it
was
like
a
beautiful
mountain
such
as
she
had
seen
abroad
,
with
valleys
and
flowers
and
bells
ringing
and
birds
singing
and
little
goats
and
antelopes
and
...
