It was as though a blue shadow had fallen across a pool. Their eyes became deeper, and their voices more cordial.
Instead of joining them as they began to pace the deck, Rachel was indignant with the prosperous matrons, who made her feel outside their world and motherless, and turning back, she left them abruptly. She slammed the door of her room, and pulled out her music. It was all old music—Bach and Beethoven, Mozart and Purcell—the pages yellow, the engraving rough to the finger. In three minutes she was deep in a very difficult, very classical fugue in A, and over her face came a queer remote impersonal expression of complete absorption and anxious satisfaction. Now she stumbled; now she faltered and had to play the same bar twice over; but an invisible line seemed to string the notes together, from which rose a shape, a building. She was so far absorbed in this work, for it was really difficult to find how all these sounds should stand together, and drew upon the whole of her faculties, that she never heard a knock at the door. It was burst impulsively open, and Mrs. Dalloway stood in the room, leaving the door open, so that a strip of the white deck and of the blue sea appeared through the opening. The shape of the Bach fugue crashed to the ground.
"Don't let me interrupt," Clarissa implored. "I heard you playing, and I couldn't resist. I adore Bach!"
Rachel flushed and fumbled her fingers in her lap. She stood up awkwardly.
"It's too difficult," she said.
"But you were playing quite splendidly! I ought to have stayed outside."
"No," said Rachel.
She slid Cowper's Letters and Wuthering Heights out of the arm-chair, so that Clarissa was invited to sit there.
"What a dear little room!" she said, looking round. "Oh, Cowper's Letters! I've never read them. Are they nice?"
"Rather dull," said Rachel.
"He wrote awfully well, didn't he?" said Clarissa; "—if one like that kind of thing—finished his sentences and all that. Wuthering Heights! Ah—that's more in my line. I really couldn't exist without the Brontes! Don't you love them?
