Tell me now, how far may that range of crags be from us?
I am sure that I could walk there after luncheon, this mountain air is strengthening me so." "Walk thither?
I assure you they are at least four miles off." "Four?
And I thought them one! So clear and sharp as they stand out against the sky, one fancies that one could almost stretch out a hand and touch those knolls and slabs of rock, as distinct as in a photograph; and yet so soft and rich withal, dappled with pearly-grey stone and purple heath.

Ah!--So it must be, I suppose.

The first time that one sees a glorious thing, one's heart is lifted up towards it in love and awe, till it seems near to one--ground on which one may freely tread, because one appreciates and admires; and so one forgets the distance between its grandeur and one's own littleness." The allusion was palpable: but did he intend it?
Surely not, after what he had just said.

And yet there was a sadness in the tone which made Valencia fancy that some feeling for her might still linger: but he evidently had been speaking to himself, forgetful, for the moment, of her presence; for he turned to her with a start and a blush--"But now--I have been troubling you too long with this stupid _tete-a-tete_ sentimentality of mine.

I will make my bow, and find the Major.