The increasing height and boldness of the hills had for some time intercepted the prospect; but, on gaining the summit of a steep acclivity, and looking downward, an opening lay before us--and the blue sea burst upon our sight!--deep violet blue--not deadly calm, but covered with glinting breakers--diminutive white specks twinkling on its bosom, and scarcely to be distinguished, by the keenest vision, from the little seamews that sported above, their white wings glittering in the sunshine: only one or two vessels were visible, and those were far away.
I looked at my companion to see what she thought of this glorious scene.
She said nothing: but she stood still, and fixed her eyes upon it with a gaze that assured me she was not disappointed.

She had very fine eyes, by-the-by--I don't know whether I have told you before, but they were full of soul, large, clear, and nearly black--not brown, but very dark grey.

A cool, reviving breeze blew from the sea--soft, pure, salubrious: it waved her drooping ringlets, and imparted a livelier colour to her usually too pallid lip and cheek.

She felt its exhilarating influence, and so did I--I felt it tingling through my frame, but dared not give way to it while she remained so quiet.

There was an aspect of subdued exhilaration in her face, that kindled into almost a smile of exalted, glad intelligence as her eye met mine.