Of Charlotte, he saw nothing in the first moments of their meeting but a pair of bright blue eyes, and a face as sweet and fresh as if it had been made out of a rose.

He took his place between the girls, and the squire and his wife walked behind them.

Sophia, being the eldest, took the initiative, talking softly and thoughtfully, as it was proper to do upon a Sunday morning.
The sods under their feet were thick and green; the oaks and sycamores above them had the broad shadows of many centuries.

The air was balmy with emanations from the woods and fields, and full of the expanding melody of church-bells travelling from hill to hill.

Julius was conscious of every thing; even of the proud, shy girl who walked on his left hand, and whose attitude impressed him as slightly antagonistic.
They soon reached the church, a very ancient one, built in the bloody days of the Plantagenets by the two knights whose grim effigies kept guard within the porch.