He felt as though yesterday were blotted out, and would not for worlds have recalled it to her or reproached her with it.

Let it be as though they were but carrying on the scene of the stepping-stones.
'Look,' he said, pointing to the west; 'have you been watching that magical break in the clouds ?' Her eyes followed his to the delicate picture hung high among the moving mists.
'Ah,' she exclaimed, her face kindling, 'that is one of our loveliest effects, and one of the rarest.

You are lucky to have seen it.' 'I am conceited enough,' he said, joyously, 'to feel as if some enchanter were at work up there drawing pictures on the mists for my special benefit.

How welcome the rain is! As I am afraid you have heard me say before, what new charm it gives to your valley!' There was something in the buoyancy and force of his mood that seemed to make Catherine shrink into herself.

She would not pursue the subject of Westmoreland.