"I agree with you--quite a different thing to what we were proposing."
"We were going simply to see the old trees, the old ruins; to pass a day in old times, surrounded by olden silence, and above all by quietude."
"You are right; and the presence of gentlemen dispels the last charm, I think. If they are of the wrong sort, like your Malones, and your young Sykes, and Wynnes, irritation takes the place of serenity. If they are of the right sort, there is still a change; I can hardly tell what change--one easy to feel, difficult to describe."
"We forget Nature, _imprimis_."
"And then Nature forgets us, covers her vast calm brow with a dim veil, conceals her face, and withdraws the peaceful joy with which, if we had been content to worship her only, she would have filled our hearts."
"What does she give us instead?"
"More elation and more anxiety; an excitement that steals the hours away fast, and a trouble that ruffles their course."

"We were going simply to see the old trees, the old ruins; to pass a day in quietude."
"You are right; and the presence of gentlemen dispels the last charm, I think. If they are of the wrong sort, like your Malones, and your young Sykes, irritation takes the place of serenity. If they are of the right sort, there is still a change that is difficult to describe."
"We forget Nature."
"And then Nature forgets us, and withdraws the peaceful joy with which she would have filled our hearts. Instead she gives us more elation and more anxiety."
