Whencesoever it arose, certain it is that I contemplated the scene before me with altered eyes.

Its order and pomp was no longer the parent of tranquillity and awe.

My wild reveries of inheriting this splendour and appropriating the affections of this nymph, I now regarded as lunatic hope and childish folly.
Education and nature had qualified me for a different scene.

This might be the mask of misery and the structure of vice.
My companions as well as myself were silent during the meal.

The lady retired as soon as it was finished.