In Charlie's lifetime I had thought her cold and frivolous, for she had not then folded up her butterfly wings; but even then she was always doing kind little things.
It was a dark night, neither moon nor stars to be seen, and after we had passed the church the darkness seemed to envelop us, and I could barely distinguish the path.

Max seemed quite oblivious of this fact, for he would persist in pointing out invisible objects of interest.

I was told of the wide stretch of country that lay on the right, and how freshly the soft breezes blew over the downs.
'There is the asylum, Ursula,' he observed cheerfully, waving his hand towards the black outline.

'Now we are passing Colonel Maberley's house, and here is Gladwyn.

I wish you could have seen it by daylight.' I wished so too, for on entering the shrubbery the darkness seemed to swallow us up bodily, and the heavy oak door might have belonged to a prison.