To ride in an open carriage with a lady, this alone would have been an agitating experience; the almost painful suspense with which she waited for the first glimpse of the sea completed her inability to think or speak with coherence.

Her eyes were fixed straight onwards.

Mrs.Ormonde continued to observe her, occasionally saying something in a low voice to the child.
The carriage drove to the esplanade, and turned to pass along it in the westerly direction.

The tide was at full; a loud surge broke upon the beach; no mist troubled the blue line of horizon.

Mrs.Ormonde looked seawards, and her vision found a renewal in sympathy with the thought she had read on Thyrza's face.
You and I cannot remember the moment when the sense of infinity first came upon us; we have thought so much since then, and have assimilated so much of others' thoughts, that those first impressions are become as vague as the memory of our first love.