（Certainly，Nancy had gone with them，since Minta Doyle had asked it with her dumb look，holding out her hand，as Nancy made off，after lunch，to her attic，to escape the horror of family life。She supposed she must go then。She did not want to go。She did not want to be drawn into it all。For as they walked along the road to the cliff Minta kept on taking her hand。Then she would let it go。Then she would take it again。What was it she wanted？Nancy asked herself。There was something，of course，that people wanted；for when Minta took her hand and held it，Nancy，reluctantly，saw the whole world spread out beneath her，as if it were Constantinople seen through a mist，and then，however heavy-eyed one might be，one must needs ask，“Is that Santa Sofia？”“Is that the Golden Horn？”So Nancy asked，when Minta took her hand。“What is it that she wants？Is it that？”And what was that？Here and there emerged from the mist（as Nancy looked down upon life spread beneath her）a pinnacle，a dome；prominent things，without names。But when Minta dropped her hand，as she did when they ran down the hillside，all that，the dome，the pinnacle，whatever it was that had protruded through the mist，sank down into it and disappeared。Minta，Andrew observed，was rather a good walker。
She wore more sensible clothes that most women。She wore very short skirts and black knickerbockers。She would jump straight into a stream and flounder across。He liked her rashness，but he saw that it would not do-she would kill herself in some idiotic way one of these days。She seemed to be afraid of nothing-except bulls。At the mere sight of a bull in a field she would throw up her arms and fly screaming，which was the very thing to enrage a bull of course。But she did not mind owning up to it in the least；one must admit that。She knew she was an awful coward about bulls，she said。She thought she must have been tossed in her perambulator when she was a baby。She didn't seem to mind what she said or did。Suddenly now she pitched down on the edge of the cliff and began to sing some song about Damn your eyes，damn your eyes。
They all had to join in and sing the chorus，and shout out together：
Damn your eyes，damn your eyes，
but it would be fatal to let the tide come in and cover up all the good hunting-grounds before they got on to the beach。
“Fatal，”Paul agreed，springing up，and as they went slithering down，he kept quoting the guide-book about“these islands being justly celebrated for their park-like prospects and the extent and variety of their marine curiosities。”But it would not do altogether，this shouting and damning your eyes，Andrew felt，picking his way down the cliff，this clapping him on the back，and calling him“old fellow”and all that；it would not altogether do。It was the worst of taking women on walks。Once on the beach they separated，he going out on to the Pope's Nose，taking his shoes off，and rolling his socks in them and letting that couple look after themselves；Nancy waded out to her own rocks and searched her own pools and let that couple look after themselves。She crouched low down and touched the smooth rubber-like sea anemones，who were stuck like lumps of jelly to the side of the rock。
Brooding，she changed the pool into the sea，and made the minnows into sharks and whales，and cast vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her hand against the sun，and so brought darkness and desolation，like God himself，to millions of ignorant and innocent creatures，and then took her hand away suddenly and let the sun stream down。Out on the pale criss-crossed sand，high-stepping，fringed，gauntleted，stalked some fantastic leviathan（she was still enlarging the pool），and slipped into the vast fissures of the mountain side。And then，letting her eyes slide imperceptibly above the pool and rest on that wavering line of sea and sky，on the tree trunks which the smoke of steamers made waver on the horizon，she became with all that power sweeping savagely in and inevitably withdrawing，hypnotised，and the two senses of that vastness and this tininess（the pool had diminished again）flowering within it made her feel that she was bound hand and foot and unable to move by the intensity of feelings which reduced her own body，her own life，and the lives of all the people in the world，for ever，to nothingness。So listening to the waves，crouching over the pool，she brooded。
And Andrew shouted that the sea was coming in，so she leapt splashing through the shallow waves on to the shore and ran up the beach and was carried by her own impetuosity and her desire for rapid movement right behind a rock and there-oh，heavens！in each other's arms，were Paul and Minta kissing probably。She was outraged，indignant。She and Andrew put on their shoes and stockings in dead silence without saying a thing about it。Indeed they were rather sharp with each other。She might have called him when she saw the crayfish or whatever it was，Andrew grumbled。However，they both felt，it's not our fault。They had not wanted this horrid nuisance to happen。All the same it irritated Andrew that Nancy should be a woman，and Nancy that Andrew should be a man，and they tied their shoes very neatly and drew the bows rather tight。
It was not until they had climbed right up on to the top of the cliff again that Minta cried out that she had lost her grandmother's brooch-her grandmother's brooch，the sole ornament she possessed-a weeping willow，it was（they must remember it）the tears running down her cheeks，the brooch which her grandmother had fastened her cap with till the last day of her life。Now she had lost it。She would rather have lost anything than that！She would go back and look for it。They all went back。They poked and peered and looked。They kept their heads very low，and said things shortly and gruffly。Paul Rayley searched like a madman all about the rock where they had been sitting。All this pother about a brooch really didn't do at all，Andrew thought，as Paul told him to make a“thorough search between this point and that。”The tide was coming in fast。The sea would cover the place where they had sat in a minute。
There was not a ghost of a chance of their finding it now。“We shall be cut off！”Minta shrieked，suddenly terrified。As if there were any danger of that！It was the same as the bulls all over again-she had no control over her emotions，Andrew thought。Women hadn't。The wretched Paul had to pacify her。The men（Andrew and Paul at once became manly，and different from usual）took counsel briefly and decided that they would plant Rayley's stick where they had sat and come back at low tide again。There was nothing more that could be done now。If the brooch was there，it would still be there in the morning，they assured her，but Minta still sobbed，all the way up to the top of the cliff。It was her grandmother's brooch；she would rather have lost anything but that，and yet Nancy felt，it might be true that she minded losing her brooch，but she wasn't crying only for that。She was crying for something else。We might all sit down and cry，she felt。But she did not know what for。
They drew ahead together，Paul and Minta，and he comforted her，and said how famous he was for finding things。Once when he was a little boy he had found a gold watch。He would get up at daybreak and he was positive he would find it。It seemed to him that it would be almost dark，and he would be alone on the beach，and somehow it would be rather dangerous。He began telling her，however，that he would certainly find it，and she said that she would not hear of his getting up at dawn：it was lost：she knew that：she had had a presentiment when she put it on that afternoon。And secretly he resolved that he would not tell her，but he would slip out of the house at dawn when they were all asleep and if he could not find it he would go to Edinburgh and buy her another，just like it but more beautiful。He would prove what he could do。And as they came out on the hill and saw the lights of the town beneath them，the lights coming out suddenly one by one seemed like things that were going to happen to him-his marriage，his children，his house；and again he thought，as they came out on to the high road，which was shaded with high bushes，how they would retreat into solitude together，and walk on and on，he always leading her，and she pressing close to his side（as she did now）。
As they turned by the cross roads he thought what an appalling experience he had been through，and he must tell some one-Mrs。Ramsay of course，for it took his breath away to think what he had been and done。It had been far and away the worst moment of his life when he asked Minta to marry him。He would go straight to Mrs。Ramsay，because he felt somehow that she was the person who had made him do it。She had made him think he could do anything。Nobody else took him seriously。But she made him believe that he could do whatever he wanted。He had felt her eyes on him all day today，following him about（though she never said a word）as if she were saying，“Yes，you can do it。I believe in you。I expect it of you。”She had made him feel all that，and directly they got back（he looked for the lights of the house above the bay）he would go to her and say，“I've done it，Mrs。Ramsay；thanks to you。”And so turning into the lane that led to the house he could see lights moving about in the upper windows。They must be awfully late then。People were getting ready for dinner。The house was all lit up，and the lights after the darkness made his eyes feel full，and he said to himself，childishly，as he walked up the drive，Lights，lights，lights，and repeated in a dazed way，Lights，lights，lights，as they came into the house staring about him with his face quite stiff。But，good heavens，he said to himself，putting his hand to his tie，I must not make a fool of myself。）
