CHAPTER VI.
"That's the tragedy of life--as I always say!" said Mrs.Dalloway.
"Beginning things and having to end them.

Still, I'm not going to let _this_ end, if you're willing." It was the morning, the sea was calm, and the ship once again was anchored not far from another shore.
She was dressed in her long fur cloak, with the veils wound around her head, and once more the rich boxes stood on top of each other so that the scene of a few days back seemed to be repeated.
"D'you suppose we shall ever meet in London ?" said Ridley ironically.
"You'll have forgotten all about me by the time you step out there." He pointed to the shore of the little bay, where they could now see the separate trees with moving branches.
"How horrid you are!" she laughed.

"Rachel's coming to see me anyhow--the instant you get back," she said, pressing Rachel's arm.
"Now--you've no excuse!" With a silver pencil she wrote her name and address on the flyleaf of _Persuasion_, and gave the book to Rachel.

Sailors were shouldering the luggage, and people were beginning to congregate.

There were Captain Cobbold, Mr.Grice, Willoughby, Helen, and an obscure grateful man in a blue jersey.
"Oh, it's time," said Clarissa.