Both Rachel and Evelyn then began to listen to what Susan was saying.
"There's the ordering and the dogs and the garden, and the children coming to be taught," her voice proceeded rhythmically as if checking the list, "and my tennis, and the village, and letters to write for father, and a thousand little things that don't sound much; but I never have a moment to myself, and when I got to bed, I'm so sleepy I'm off before my head touches the pillow.

Besides I like to be a great deal with my Aunts--I'm a great bore, aren't I, Aunt Emma ?" (she smiled at old Mrs.Paley, who with head slightly drooped was regarding the cake with speculative affection), "and father has to be very careful about chills in winter which means a great deal of running about, because he won't look after himself, any more than you will, Arthur! So it all mounts up!" Her voice mounted too, in a mild ecstasy of satisfaction with her life and her own nature.

Rachel suddenly took a violent dislike to Susan, ignoring all that was kindly, modest, and even pathetic about her.

She appeared insincere and cruel; she saw her grown stout and prolific, the kind blue eyes now shallow and watery, the bloom of the cheeks congealed to a network of dry red canals.
Helen turned to her.

"Did you go to church ?" she asked.