We're a very small party.
I'm dropping them on the coast." Mrs.Dalloway, with her head a little on one side, did her best to recollect Ambrose--was it a surname ?--but failed.

She was made slightly uneasy by what she had heard.

She knew that scholars married any one--girls they met in farms on reading parties; or little suburban women who said disagreeably, "Of course I know it's my husband you want; not _me_." But Helen came in at that point, and Mrs.Dalloway saw with relief that though slightly eccentric in appearance, she was not untidy, held herself well, and her voice had restraint in it, which she held to be the sign of a lady.

Mr.Pepper had not troubled to change his neat ugly suit.
"But after all," Clarissa thought to herself as she followed Vinrace in to dinner, "_every_ _one's_ interesting really." When seated at the table she had some need of that assurance, chiefly because of Ridley, who came in late, looked decidedly unkempt, and took to his soup in profound gloom.
An imperceptible signal passed between husband and wife, meaning that they grasped the situation and would stand by each other loyally.

With scarcely a pause Mrs.Dalloway turned to Willoughby and began: "What I find so tiresome about the sea is that there are no flowers in it.