It lay before him in the dim moonlight, indefinite; a succession of undulations running one into the other, not to be counted nor measured.

All accurate notions of topography were lost; there was only landscape, dim, undeveloped, suggestive of infinitude.

Standing thus in the happiness of loving and being loved, the soft indefiniteness of the landscape and the incessant hum of the field-crickets and katydids, sounds which came out of the everywhere, soothed Charlton like the song of a troubadour.
"Mr.Charlton!" Like one awaking from a dream, Albert saw Isa Marlay, her hand resting against one of the posts which supported the piazza-roof, looking even more perfect and picturesque than ever in the haziness of the moonlight.
Figure, dress, and voice were each full of grace and sweetness, and if the face was not exactly beautiful, it was at least charming and full of a subtle magnetism.

(Magnetism! happy word, with which we cover the weakness of our thoughts, and make a show of comprehending and defining qualities which are neither comprehensible nor definable!) "Mr.Charlton, I want to speak to you about Katy." It took Albert a moment or two to collect his thoughts.

When he first perceived Miss Marlay, she seemed part of the landscape.