What type of focalization do we observe in "Mrs. Dalloway" by V. Woolf?

She

stiffened a little on the kerb, waiting for Durtnall's van to pass. A charming

woman, Scrope Purvis thought her (knowing her as one does know people who live

next door to one in Westminster); a touch of the bird about her, of the jay,

blue-green, light, vivacious, though she was over fifty, and grown very white

since her illness. There she perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross, very

upright.

For

having lived in Westminster -how many years now? over twenty,- one feels even

in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a

particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense (but that

might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes.

There!