"Thank Heaven! I am not always equally miserable, and ill, and hopeless. The afternoon has been bad since Hortense went; perhaps the evening may be better. It is a fine night, I think? The moon shines clear."
"Very fine--a perfect summer night. The old church-tower gleams white almost as silver."
"And does the churchyard look peaceful?"
"Yes, and the garden also. Dew glistens on the foliage."

"The afternoon has been bad since Hortense went;" said Caroline. "Perhaps the evening may be better. It is a fine night, I think?"
"Very fine - a perfect summer night. The old church-tower gleams like silver."
