I am sorry because although I don't often notice scenery, everything looks rather beautiful this evening.

That star, for instance, I think it is called Venus." "And therefore one that Arbuthnot should admire," broke in Bickley, attempting to lighten matters with a joke.

"But come on and let us be rid of this fool's errand.

Certainly the world is a lovely place after all, and for my part I hope that we haven't seen the last of it," he added with a sigh.
"So do I," said Bastin, "though of course, Faith teaches us that there are much better ones beyond.

It is no use bothering about what they are like, but I hope that the road to them doesn't run through the hole that the old reprobate, Oro, calls Nyo." A few minutes later we started, each of us carrying his share of the impedimenta.