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That's why one pays one's cook more than one's housemaid, I suppose." "According to that, one ought to pay one's nurse double; but one doesn't," said Helen. "No; but think what a joy to have to do with babies, instead of saucepans!" said Mrs. Dalloway, looking with more interest at Helen, a probable mother. "I'd much rather be a cook than a nurse," said Helen.
"Nothing would induce me to take charge of children." "Mothers always exaggerate," said Ridley. "A well-bred child is no responsibility. I've travelled all over Europe with mine. You just wrap 'em up warm and put 'em in the rack." Helen laughed at that. Mrs. Dalloway exclaimed, looking at Ridley: "How like a father! My husband's just the same. And then one talks of the equality of the sexes!"
It's the philosophers, it's the scholars," he continued, "they're the people who pass the torch, who keep the light burning by which we live. Being a politician doesn't necessarily blind one to that, Mrs. Ambrose." "No. Why should it?" said Helen. "But can you remember if your wife takes sugar?" She lifted the tray and went off with it to Mrs. Dalloway.
Dalloway was a tall slight woman, her body wrapped in furs, her head in veils, while Mr. Dalloway appeared to be a middle-sized man of sturdy build, dressed like a sportsman on an autumnal moor. Many solid leather bags of a rich brown hue soon surrounded them, in addition to which Mr.
The talk meanwhile raced past her, and when Richard suddenly stated in a jocular tone of voice, "I'm sure Miss Vinrace, now, has secret leanings towards Catholicism," she had no idea what to answer, and Helen could not help laughing at the start she gave. However, breakfast was over and Mrs. Dalloway was rising.
"Not every one," said Rachel, and stopped. "I can quite imagine you walking alone," said Clarissa: "and thinking in a little world of your own. But how you will enjoy it some day!" "I shall enjoy walking with a man is that what you mean?" said Rachel, regarding Mrs. Dalloway with her large enquiring eyes. "I wasn't thinking of a man particularly," said Clarissa. "But you will." "No.
"Does one?" said Mr. Pepper. "Oh, some do!" cried Clarissa. "My husband had to pass an irate lady every afternoon last session who said nothing else, I imagine." "She sat outside the house; it was very awkward," said Dalloway. "At last I plucked up courage and said to her, 'My good creature, you're only in the way where you are. You're hindering me, and you're doing no good to yourself."
Richard Dalloway," continued Vinrace, "seems to be a gentleman who thinks that because he was once a member of Parliament, and his wife's the daughter of a peer, they can have what they like for the asking. They got round poor little Jackson anyhow. But it was evident that for some reason or other Willoughby was quite pleased to submit, although he made a show of growling.
Dalloway turned and waved; but the boat steadily grew smaller and smaller until it ceased to rise and fall, and nothing could be seen save two resolute backs. "Well, that's over," said Ridley after a long silence. "We shall never see them again," he added, turning to go to his books.
"And I I want to ask questions," said Rachel with such earnestness that Mrs. Dalloway had to check her smile. "D'you mind if we walk?" she said. "The air's so delicious." She snuffed it like a racehorse as they shut the door and stood on deck. "Isn't it good to be alive?" she exclaimed, and drew Rachel's arm within hers. "Look, look! How exquisite!"
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