T0 THE LIGHT!-10UsElittle wild and harum-scarum about them, whodidn’t " scrape their hair oi¥", weren’t, as he saidabout poor Lily Briscoe, " skimpy". There wassome quality which she herself had not, somelustre, some richness, which attracted him,amused him, led him to make favourites of girlslike Minta. They might cut his hair for him,plait him watch-chains, or interrupt him at hiswork, hailing him (she heard them), “ Comealong, Mr. Ramsay; it’s our turn to beat themnow," and out he came to play tennis.

But indeed she was notjealous, only, now andthen, when she made herself look in her glass alittle resentful that she had grown old, perhaps,by her own fault. (The bill for the greenhouseand all the rest of it.) She was grateful to themfor laughing at him. (“ How many pipes haveyou smoked to-day, Mr. Ramsay? " and so on),till he seemed a young man; a man very attractiveto women, not burdened, not weighed down withthe greatness of his labours and the sorrows of theworld and his fame or his failure, but again as shehadfirst known him, gaunt but gallant; helpingher out of a boat, she remembered; with delightful ways, like that (she looked at him, and5 he looked astonishingly young, teasing Minta). VFor herself—“ Put it down there," she said,helping the Swiss girl to place gently before her154