'Yes, you were right.It's going to be wet tomorrow'. She had not said it, but he knew it. And she looked at him smiling. For she had triumphed again.”
"So much depends then, thought Lily Briscoe, looking at the sea which had scarcely a stain on it, which was so soft that the sails and the clouds seemed set in its blue, so much depends, she thought, upon distance; whether people are near us or far from us; for her feeling for Mr Ramsey changed as he sailed farther and farther across the bay."