Now I'm really satisfied, because I can't think of anything better.

It's just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight and suddenly the lamp comes in.

I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see it's a delightful story.

My dear girl, I can't tell you how life seems to stretch there before us--what a long summer afternoon awaits us.

It's the latter half of an Italian day--with a golden haze, and the shadows just lengthening, and that divine delicacy in the light, the air, the landscape, which I have loved all my life and which you love to-day.