THE WINDOWas an example of what one suffered if one attackedthe prejudices of the British Public.

Purposely, however, for she had it on her mindthat Lily, who had helped her with Mr. Tansley,was out of things, she exempted her from the rest;said “ Lily anyhow agrees with me," and so drewher in, a little fluttered, a little startled. (F or shewas thinking about love.) They were both out ofthings, Mrs. Ramsay had been thinking, bothLily and Charles Tansley. Both suffered fromthe glow of the other two. He, it was clear, felthimself utterly in the cold; no woman would lookat him with Paul Rayley in the room. Poorfellow! Still, he had his dissertation, the in—Huence of somebody upon something: he couldtake care of himself. VVith Lily it was different.She faded, under Minta’s glow; became moreinconspicuous. than ever, in her little grey dresswith her little puckered face and her little Chineseeyes. Everything about her was so small. Yet,thought Mrs. Ramsay, comparing her with Minta,as she claimed her help (for Lily should bear herout she talked no more about her dairies than herhusbanddid about his boots—he would talk bythe hour about his boots), of the two Lily at fortywill be the better. There was in Lily a thread ofsomething; a Hare of something; something ofher own which Mrs. Ramsay liked very much161