The ladies were hesitating at the doorway.
"I'd better show the way," said Helen, advancing.
Rachel followed.

She had taken no part in the talk; no one had spoken to her; but she had listened to every word that was said.

She had looked from Mrs.Dalloway to Mr.Dalloway, and from Mr.Dalloway back again.
Clarissa, indeed, was a fascinating spectacle.

She wore a white dress and a long glittering necklace.

What with her clothes, and her arch delicate face, which showed exquisitely pink beneath hair turning grey, she was astonishingly like an eighteenth-century masterpiece--a Reynolds or a Romney.