Everything looked gay and smiling; but the holy man walked gloomily on, with his eyes bent upon the ground.

The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow.

What sympathy should a holy preacher have with either?
'With eyes bent upon the ground, then, or only raised enough to prevent his stumbling over such obstacles as lay in his way, the religious man moved slowly forward until he reached a small postern in the wall of the sisters' orchard, through which he passed, closing it behind him.

The noise of soft voices in conversation, and of merry laughter, fell upon his ears ere he had advanced many paces; and raising his eyes higher than was his humble wont, he descried, at no great distance, the five sisters seated on the grass, with Alice in the centre: all busily plying their customary task of embroidering.
'"Save you, fair daughters!" said the friar; and fair in truth they were.

Even a monk might have loved them as choice masterpieces of his Maker's hand.
'The sisters saluted the holy man with becoming reverence, and the eldest motioned him to a mossy seat beside them.