She made Helen and the others look coarse and slovenly beside her.

Sitting lightly upright she seemed to be dealing with the world as she chose; the enormous solid globe spun round this way and that beneath her fingers.

And her husband! Mr.Dalloway rolling that rich deliberate voice was even more impressive.

He seemed to come from the humming oily centre of the machine where the polished rods are sliding, and the pistons thumping; he grasped things so firmly but so loosely; he made the others appear like old maids cheapening remnants.
Rachel followed in the wake of the matrons, as if in a trance; a curious scent of violets came back from Mrs.Dalloway, mingling with the soft rustling of her skirts, and the tinkling of her chains.

As she followed, Rachel thought with supreme self-abasement, taking in the whole course of her life and the lives of all her friends, "She said we lived in a world of our own.