Richard Brown:  Like that morning , when you walked out of that old house and you were , you were eighteen , and maybe I was _ nineteen _ . I was nineteen years old , and I 'd never seen anything so beautiful . You , coming out of a glass door in your early morning , still sleepy . Is n't it strange , the most ordinary morning in anybody 's life ? I 'm afraid I ca n't make it to the party , Clarissa . You 've been so good to me , Mrs. Dalloway , I love you . I do n't think two people could have been happier than we 've been .