The Window, Winai Covicdithe WIAdOW Sym eoiire? iY oY = CAPACIETS 1OO KING $OusGrdS the Ugnt= house — “window of opporwaig” ? ; lic (eather Y Good pecneps? Es, of course, if it’s fine) tomorrow,” said Mrs. Ramsay. “But you'll have to be up with the lark,” she added. Bira-~Sobe &P Carry ads birds To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were settled, the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which he had looked for- ward, for years and years it seemed, was, after a night’s darkness and a day’s sail, within touch. Since he be- longed, even at the age of six, to that great clan which cannot keep this feeling separate from that, but must let future prospects, with their joys and sorrows, cloud what is actually at hand, since to such people even in earliest childhood any turn in the wheel of sensation has the power to crystallise and transfix the moment upon which its gloom or radiance rests, James Ramsay, sitting on the floor cutting out pictures from the illustrated catalogue of the Army and Navy Stores, endowed the picture of a refrigerator, as his mother spoke, with heavenly bliss. It was fringed with joy. The wheelbar- tow, the lawnmower, the sound of poplar trees, leaves whitening before rain, rooks cawing, brooms knocking, dresses rustling—all these were so coloured and dis-In Flwenc® oe ene ‘Time Passes [o-years 1aren, 1 W.. we must wait for the future to show,” said pankes, coming in from the terrace. sit’ almost t00 dark to see,” said Andrew, coming uprom the beach. “one can hardly tell which is the sea and which is theland,” said Prue. “Do we leave that light burning?” said Lily as they took their coats off indoors. “No,” said Prue, “not if every one's in.” “Andrew,” she called back, “just put out the light inthe hall.” ‘One by one the lamps were all extinguished, except that Mr, Carmichael, who liked to lie awake a little reading Virgil, kept his candle burning rather longer than the rest. Me gummaarygs TNE Tarn FS x a tas going inawie ana they can hes vant cerenat tC Wehr 10.40 & Sowith the lamps all put out, the moon inks k, and a thin imming on the roof a d pooimnete . Nothing, it seemed, could survive the "5 SymbongS the war War's Coreen napPemgg THE race of Wenther and hos wean ve Surmpouc oF a Wan. aedoes woar Se omen enean, W.. does it mean then, what can it all mean? Lily Briscoe asked herself, wondering whether, since she had been left alone, it behooved her to go to the kitchen to fetch another cup of coffee or wait here. What does it ¢ mean?—a catchword that was, caught up from some book, fitting her thought loosely, for she could not, this first morning with the Ramsays, contract her feelings, could only make a phrase resound to cover the blankness ofher mind until these vapours had shrunk. For really, what did she feel, come back after all these years and Mrs. Ramsay dead? Nothing, nothing—nothing that she could express at all. She had come late last night when it was all mysteri- ous, dark, Now she was awake, at her old place at the breakfast table, but alone. It was very early too, not yet tight. There was this expedition—they were goingto the Lighthouse, Mr. Ramsay, Cam, and James. They shoud have gone already—they had to catch the tide or some- thing, And Cam was not ready and James was not ready ‘ and Nancy had forgotten to order the sandwiches and & Mr, Ramsay had lost his temper and banged out of the TOM NOT Surprised. MAPS. Ramsay already, Chea magn” 145