She supposed it was all right leaving him to his own devices, Mrs. Ramsay said, wondering whether it was any use sending down bulbs; did they plant them? “Oh, he has his dissertation to write,” said Mr. Ramsay. She knew all about that , said Mrs. Ramsay. He talked of nothing else. It was about the influence of somebody upon something. “Well, it’s all he has to count on,” said Mr. Ramsay. “Pray Heaven he won’t fall in love with Prue,” said Mrs. Ramsay. He’d disinherit her if she married him, said Mr.