He leant his forehead on his hand, and people, looking in through the open door, --for this scene is supposed to take place on a summer's evening--But how dull this is, this historical fiction!

However, the worst sight of all was discovering my sister in the middle of it.

Whatever will come of it, it will not be a pretty sight.

But it is a fresh vision.

You will never fail to be moved by the beauty of the sight.