amt that she was walking down a long
tunnel, which grew so narrow by degrees that she could touch the damp
bricks on either side. At length the tunnel opened and became a vault;
she found herself trapped in it, bricks meeting her wherever she turned,
alone with a little deformed man who squatted on the floor gibbering,
with long nails. His face was pitted and like the face of an animal.
The wall behind him oozed with damp, which collected into drops and slid
down. Still and cold as death she lay, not daring to move, until she
broke the agony by tossing herself across the bed, and woke crying "Oh!"

Light showed her the familiar things: her clothes, fallen off the chair;
the water jug gleaming white; but the horror did not go at once. She
felt herself pursued, so that she got up and actually locked her door.
A voice moaned for her; eyes desired her. All night long barbarian men
harassed the ship; they came scuffling down the passages, and stopped to
snuffle at her door. She could not sleep again.

Chapter VI

"That's the tragedy of life--as I always say!" said Mrs. Dalloway.
"Beginning things and having to end them. Still, I'm not going to let
_this_ end, if you're willing." It was the morning, the sea was calm,
and the ship once again was anchored not far from another shore.

She was dressed in her long fur cloak, with the veils wound around her
head, and once more the rich boxes stood on top of each other so that
the scene of a few days back seemed to be repeated.

"D'you suppose we shall ever meet in London?" said Ridley ironically.
"You'll have forgotten all about me by the time you step out there."

He pointed to the shore of the little bay, where they could now see the
separate trees with moving branches.

"How horrid you are!" she laughed. "Rachel's coming to see me
anyhow--the instant you get back," she said, pressing Rachel's arm.
"Now--you've no excuse!"

With a silver pencil she wrote her name and address on the flyleaf of
_Persuasion_, and gave the book to Rachel. Sailors were shouldering the
luggage, and people were beginning to congregate. There were Captain
Cobbold, Mr. Grice, Willoughby, Helen, and an obscure grateful man in a
blue jersey.

"Oh, it's time," said Clarissa. "Well, good-bye. I _do_ like you," she
murmured as she kissed Rachel. People in the way made it unnecessary
for Richard to shake Rachel by the hand; he managed to look at her very
stiffly for a second before he follow