THE WINDOWand stars falling and parrots and antelopes andgardens, and everything lovely, she said, raising herhead very slowly and speaking more and moremechanically, until she sat upright and saw thatCam was asleep.

Now, she whispered, crossing over to his bed,James must go to sleep too, for see, she said, theboar’s skull was still there; they had not touched it;they had done just what he wanted; it was therequite unhurt. He made sure that the skull was stillthere under the shawl. But he wanted to ask hersomething more. Would they go to the Lighthousetomorrow?

No, not tomorrow, she said, but soon, she prom-ised him; the next fine day. He was very good. Helay down. She covered him up. But he would neverforget, she knew, and she felt angry with CharlesTansley, with her husband, and with herself, forshe had raised his hopes. Then feeling for her shawland remembering that she had wrapped it round theboar’s skull, she got up, and pulled the windowdown another inch or two, and heard the wind, andgot a breath of the perfectly indifferent chill nightair and murmured good-night to Mildred and leftthe room and let the tongue of the door slowlylengthen in the lock and went out.

She hoped he would not bang his books on the173

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