THE WINDOW

as an example of what one suffered if one attacked
the prejudices of the British Public.

Purposely, however, for she had it on her mind
that Lily, who had helped her with Mr. Tansley,
was out of things, she exempted her from the rest;
said " Lily anyhow agrees with me," and so drew
her in, a little fluttered, a little startled. (For she
was thinking about love.) They were both out of
things, Mrs. Ramsay had been thinking, both
Lily and Charles Tansley. Both suffered from
the glow of the other two. He, it was clear, felt
himself utterly in the cold; no woman would look
at him with Paul Rayley in the room. Poor
fellow! Still, he had his dissertation, the in-
fluence of somebody upon something: he could
take care of himself. With Lily it was different.
She faded, under Minta's glow; became more
inconspicuous than ever, in her little grey dress
with her little puckered face and her little Chinese
eyes. Everything about her was so small. Yet,
thought Mrs. Ramsay, comparing her with Minta,
as she claimed her help (for Lily should bear her
out she talked no more about her dairies than her
husband did about his boots—he would talk by
the hour about his boots), of the two Lily at forty
will be the better. There was in Lily a thread of
something; a flare of something; something of
her own which Mrs. Ramsay liked very much

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