They parted with compliments and pleasure on both sides, and here, a week later, came the boat rowing up to the ship in the dusk with the Dalloways on board of it; in three minutes they were standing together on the deck of the _Euphrosyne_.

Their arrival, of course, created some stir, and it was seen by several pairs of eyes that Mrs.Dalloway was a tall slight woman, her body wrapped in furs, her head in veils, while Mr.Dalloway appeared to be a middle-sized man of sturdy build, dressed like a sportsman on an autumnal moor.

Many solid leather bags of a rich brown hue soon surrounded them, in addition to which Mr.Dalloway carried a despatch box, and his wife a dressing-case suggestive of a diamond necklace and bottles with silver tops.
"It's so like Whistler!" she exclaimed, with a wave towards the shore, as she shook Rachel by the hand, and Rachel had only time to look at the grey hills on one side of her before Willoughby introduced Mrs.Chailey, who took the lady to her cabin.
Momentary though it seemed, nevertheless the interruption was upsetting; every one was more or less put out by it, from Mr.Grice, the steward, to Ridley himself.

A few minutes later Rachel passed the smoking-room, and found Helen moving arm-chairs.

She was absorbed in her arrangements, and on seeing Rachel remarked confidentially: "If one can give men a room to themselves where they will sit, it's all to the good.