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130 TO THE LIGHTHOUSErisen and, holding his table napkin so that it lookedlike a long white robe, he stood chanting:To see the Kings go riding byOver lawn and daisy leaWith their palm leaves and cedar sheaves,Luriana, Lurilee,and as she passed him he turned slightly towardsher repeating the last words:Luriana, Lurilee,and bowed to her as if he did her homage. Withoutknowing why she felt that he liked her better thanhe had ever done before; and with a feeling of reliefand gratitude she returned his bow and passedthrough the door which he held open for her.It was necessary now to carry everything a stepfurther. With her foot on the threshold she waiteda moment longer in a scene which was vanishingeven as she looked, and then, as she moved and tookMinta’s arm and left the room, it changed, it shapeditself differently; it had become, she knew, givingone last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.18

As usual, Lily thought. There was always some-thing that had to be done at that precise moment,something that Mrs Ramsay had decided for reasonsof her own to do instantly, it might be with everyone standing about making jokes, as now, not beingable to decide whether they were going into thesmoking-room, into the drawing-room, up to theattics. Then one saw Mrs Ramsay in the midst ofthis hubbub standing there with Minta's arm in hers,bethink her ‘Yes, it is time for that now,’ and so