Vesper cymbals clashed faintly in a temple, and from its open door the first plummet of lamplight began to fathom the dark margin.

A short bridge curved high, like a camel's hump, over the glimmering half-circle of a single arch.

Close by, under a drooping foreground of branches, a stake upheld an oblong placard of neat symbols, like a cartouche to explain a painting.
"It is very beautiful," ventured Rudolph, twisting up his blond moustache with satisfaction.

"Very sightly.

I would say--picturesque, no ?" "Very," said Heywood, absently.