The day had been very warm; and limpid vapors hung over the mountains, like something far finer than mist,--like air made visible,--giving them an appearance of inconceivable remoteness, full of grandeur; for there is a sublimity of distance, as well as a sublimity of height.

He made Charlotte notice them.

"Maybe, many a year after this, you'll see the hills look just that way, dearie; then think on this evening and on me." She did not speak, but she looked into his face, and clasped his hand tightly.

She was troubled with her own mood.

Try as she would, it was impossible to prevent herself drifting into most unusual silences.
Stephen's words and looks filled her heart; she had only half heard the things her father had been saying.