She wanted to make her niece talk, and so to understand why this rather dull, kindly, plausible politician had made so deep an impression on her, for surely at the age of twenty-four this was not natural.
"And did you like Mrs.Dalloway too ?" she asked.
As she spoke she saw Rachel redden; for she remembered silly things she had said, and also, it occurred to her that she treated this exquisite woman rather badly, for Mrs.Dalloway had said that she loved her husband.
"She was quite nice, but a thimble-pated creature," Helen continued.

"I never heard such nonsense! Chitter-chatter-chitter-chatter--fish and the Greek alphabet--never listened to a word any one said--chock-full of idiotic theories about the way to bring up children--I'd far rather talk to him any day.

He was pompous, but he did at least understand what was said to him." The glamour insensibly faded a little both from Richard and Clarissa.
They had not been so wonderful after all, then, in the eyes of a mature person.
"It's very difficult to know what people are like," Rachel remarked, and Helen saw with pleasure that she spoke more naturally.

"I suppose I was taken in." There was little doubt about that according to Helen, but she restrained herself and said aloud: "One has to make experiments." "And they _were_ nice," said Rachel.

"They were extraordinarily interesting." She tried to recall the image of the world as a live thing that Richard had given her, with drains like nerves, and bad houses like patches of diseased skin.