then，well
then？she
asked，somehow
expecting
the others
to go on
with the
argument，as
if in an
argument
like this
one threw
one's own
little
bolt which
fell short
obviously
and left
the others
to carry
it on。So
she
listened
again to
what they
were
saying in
case they
should
throw any
light upon
the
question
of love。
“Then，”said
Mr。Bankes，“there
is that
liquid the
English
call
coffee。”
“Oh，coffee！”said
Mrs。Ramsay。But
it was
much
rather a
question（she
was
thoroughly
roused，Lily
