TO THE LIGHTHOUSEthe emotion, the vibration of love. How incon-spicuous she felt herself by Paul's side! He,glowing, burning; she, aloof, satirical; he, boundfor adventure; she, moored to the shore; he,launched, incautious; she solitary, left out—and, ready to implore a share, if it were disaster,in his disaster, she said shyly:

"When did Minta lose her brooch?"

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled bymemory, tinged by dreams. He shook his head."On the beach," he said.

"I'm going to find it," he said, "I'm gettingup early." This being kept secret from Minta, helowered his voice, and turned his eyes to where shesat, laughing, beside Mr. Ramsay.

Lily wanted to protest violently and out-rageously her desire to help him, envisaging howin the dawn on the beach she would be the one topounce on the brooch half-hidden by some stone,and thus herself be included among the sailorsand adventurers. But what did he reply to heroffer? She actually said with an emotion that sheseldom let appear, "Let me come with you"; andhe laughed. He meant yes or no—either perhaps.But it was not his meaning—it was the oddchuckle he gave, as if he had said, Throw yourselfover the cliff if you like, I don't care. He turnedon her cheek the heat of love, its horror, its158
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