It seemed to her incredible that a man like that should be willing to talk to her.
He had sisters and pets, and once lived in the country.

She stirred her tea round and round; the bubbles which swam and clustered in the cup seemed to her like the union of their minds.
The talk meanwhile raced past her, and when Richard suddenly stated in a jocular tone of voice, "I'm sure Miss Vinrace, now, has secret leanings towards Catholicism," she had no idea what to answer, and Helen could not help laughing at the start she gave.
However, breakfast was over and Mrs.Dalloway was rising.

"I always think religion's like collecting beetles," she said, summing up the discussion as she went up the stairs with Helen.

"One person has a passion for black beetles; another hasn't; it's no good arguing about it.

What's _your_ black beetle now ?" "I suppose it's my children," said Helen.
"Ah--that's different," Clarissa breathed.