Both men had sensitiveness, and both entered the grounds with a certain sense of pleasure.
Dyck moved and spoke like a man charged with some fluid which had abstracted him from life's monotonous routine.

He had to consider the chance of never leaving the grounds alive; yet as he entered the place, where smooth grass between the trees made good footing for the work to be done, the thrill of the greenery, the sound of the birds, the flick of a lizard across the path, and the distant gay leap of a young deer, brought to his senses a gust of joyous feeling.
"I never smelled such air!" he said to one of the seconds.

"I never saw the sun so beautiful!" He sniffed the air and turned his face towards the sun.

"Well, it's a day for Ireland," he added, in response to a gravely playful remark of Sir Almeric Foyle.

"Ireland never was so sweet.