"At last I plucked up courage and said to her, 'My good creature, you're only in the way where you are.

You're hindering me, and you're doing no good to yourself.'" "And then she caught him by the coat, and would have scratched his eyes out--" Mrs.Dalloway put in.
"Pooh--that's been exaggerated," said Richard.

"No, I pity them, I confess.

The discomfort of sitting on those steps must be awful." "Serve them right," said Willoughby curtly.
"Oh, I'm entirely with you there," said Dalloway.

"Nobody can condemn the utter folly and futility of such behaviour more than I do; and as for the whole agitation, well! may I be in my grave before a woman has the right to vote in England! That's all I say." The solemnity of her husband's assertion made Clarissa grave.
"It's unthinkable," she said.