s, although
steep, were blue, and after their view of the strange under-world,
inhabited by phantoms, people began to live among tea-pots and loaves of
bread with greater zest than ever.

Richard and Clarissa, however, still remained on the borderland. She did
not attempt to sit up; her husband stood on his feet, contemplated his
waistcoat and trousers, shook his head, and then lay down again. The
inside of his brain was still rising and falling like the sea on the
stage. At four o'clock he woke from sleep and saw the sunlight make a
vivid angle across the red plush curtains and the grey tweed trousers.
The ordinary world outside slid into his mind, and by the time he was
dressed he was an English gentleman again.

He stood beside his wife. She pulled him down to her by the lapel of his
coat, kissed him, and held him fast for a minute.

"Go and get a breath of air, Dick," she said. "You look quite washed
out. . . . How nice you smell! . . . And be polite to that woman. She
was so kind to me."

Thereupon Mrs. Dalloway turned to the cool side of her pillow, terribly
flattened but still invincible.

Richard found Helen talking to her brother-in-law, over two dishes of
yellow cake and smooth bread and butter.

"You look very ill!" she exclaimed on seeing him. "Come and have some
tea."

He remarked that the hands that moved about the cups were beautiful.

"I hear you've been very good to my wife," he said. "She's had an awful
time of it. You came in and fed her with champagne. Were you among the
saved yourself?"

"I? Oh, I haven't been sick for twenty years--sea-sick, I mean."

"There are three stages of convalescence, I always say," broke in the
hearty voice of Willoughby. "The milk stage, the bread-and-butter stage,
and the roast-beef stage. I should say you were at the bread-and-butter
stage." He handed him the plate.

"Now, I should advise a hearty tea, then a brisk walk on deck; and by
dinner-time you'll be clamouring for beef, eh?" He went off laughing,
excusing himself on the score of business.

"What a splendid fellow he is!" said Richard. "Always keen on
something."

"Yes," said Helen, "he's always been like that."

"This is a great undertaking of his," Richard continued. "It's a
business that won't stop with ships, I should say. We shall see him
in Parliament, or I'm much mistaken. He's the kind of man we want in
Parliament--the man who has done things."

But Helen was not much interested in her