He had been to Amsterdam，Mr。Bankes was saying as he strolled across the lawn with Lily Briscoe。He had seen the Rembrandts。He had been to Madrid。Unfortunately，it was Good Friday and the Prado was shut。He had been to Rome。Had Miss Briscoe never been to Rome？Oh，she should-It would be a wonderful experience for her-the Sistine Chapel；Michael Angelo；and Padua，with its Giottos。His wife had been in bad health for many years，so that their sight-seeing had been on a modest scale。
She had been to Brussels；she had been to Paris but only for a flying visit to see an aunt who was ill。She had been to Dresden；there were masses of pictures she had not seen；however，Lily Briscoe reflected，perhaps it was better not to see pictures：they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work。Mr。Bankes thought one could carry that point of view too far。We can't all be Titians and we can't all be Darwins，he said；at the same time he doubted whether you could have your Darwin and your Titian if it weren't for humble people like ourselves。Lily would have liked to pay him a compliment；you're not humble，Mr。Bankes，she would have liked to have said。But he did not want compliments（most men do，she thought），and she was a little ashamed of her impulse and said nothing while he remarked that perhaps what he was saying did not apply to pictures。Anyhow，said Lily，tossing off her little insincerity，she would always go on painting，because it interested her。Yes，said Mr。Bankes，he was sure she would，and，as they reached the end of the lawn he was asking her whether she had difficulty in finding subjects in London when they turned and saw the Ramsays。So that is marriage，Lily thought，a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball。
That is what Mrs。Ramsay tried to tell me wearing a green shawl，and they were standing close together watching Prue and Jasper throwing catches。And suddenly the meaning which，for no reason at all，as perhaps they are stepping out of the Tube or ringing a doorbell，descends on people，making them symbolical，making them representative，came upon them，and made them in the dusk standing，looking，the symbols of marriage，husband and wife。Then，after an instant，the symbolical outline which transcended the real figures sank down again，and they became，as they met them，Mr。and Mrs。Ramsay watching the children throwing catches。But still for a moment，though Mrs。Ramsay greeted them with her usual smile（oh，she's thinking we're going to get married，Lily thought）and said，“I have triumphed tonight，”meaning that for once Mr。Bankes had agreed to dine with them and not run off to his own lodging where his man cooked vegetables properly；still，for one moment，there was a sense of things having been blown apart，of space，of irresponsibility as the ball soared high，and they followed it and lost it and saw the one star and the draped branches。In the failing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances。
Then，darting backwards over the vast space（for it seemed as if solidity had vanished altogether），Prue ran full tilt into them and caught the ball brilliantly high up in her left hand，and her mother said，“Haven't they come back yet？”whereupon the spell was broken。Mr。Ramsay felt free now to laugh out loud at the thought that Hume had stuck in a bog and an old woman rescued him on condition he said the Lord's Prayer，and chuckling to himself he strolled off to his study。Mrs。Ramsay，bringing Prue back into throwing catches again，from which she had escaped，asked，
“Did Nancy go with them？”
