TO THE LIGHTHOUSElate then. People were getting ready for dinner. Thehouse was all lit up, and the lights after the darknessmade his eyes feel full, and he said to himself, child-ishly, as he walked up the drive, Lights, lights, lights,and repeated in a dazed way, Lights, lights, lights, asthey came into the house, staring about him with hisface quite stiff. But, good heavens, he said to himself,putting his hand to his tie, I must not make a foolof myself.)15'Yes,' said Prue, in her considering way, answeringher mother’s question, ‘I think Nancy did go with them.'16

Well then, Nancy had gone with them, Mrs. Ram-say supposed, wondering, as she put down a brush,took up a comb, and said ‘Come in’ to a tap at thedoor (Jasper and Rose came in), whether the factthat Nancy was with them made it less likely or morelikely that anything would happen; it made it lesslikely, somehow, Mrs. Ramsay felt, very irrationally,except that after all holocaust on such a scale was notprobable. They could not all be drowned. And onceagain she felt alone in the presence of her old antago-nist, life.

Jasper and Rose said that Mildred wanted to knowwhether she should wait dinner.

‘Not for the Queen of England,’ said Mrs. Ramsayemphatically.

‘Not for the Empress of Mexico,’ she added, laugh-94
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