A sublime tranquillity was in the still September air.

The evening crimson hung over the hills like a royal mantle.

The old church stood framed in the deepest blue.

At that distance the long waves broke without a sound, and the few sails on the horizon looked like white flowers at sea.
"How beautiful is this mansion of our father!" said Helen softly.

"One blushes to be caught worrying in it, and yet, Colin, I fear to have you go away." "Why, my dear ?" "I have a presentiment that we shall meet no more in this life.