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No
softer
,
sweeter
scene
could
be
imagined
.
The
news
I
had
just
heard
made
it
melancholy
;
but
nothing
could
disturb
its
character
of
profound
serenity
,
and
the
enchanted
glory
and
vagueness
of
the
prospect
.
My
father
,
who
enjoyed
the
picturesque
,
and
I
,
stood
looking
in
silence
over
the
expanse
beneath
us
.
The
two
good
governesses
,
standing
a
little
way
behind
us
,
discoursed
upon
the
scene
,
and
were
eloquent
upon
the
moon
.
Madame
Perrodon
was
fat
,
middle-aged
,
and
romantic
,
and
talked
and
sighed
poetically
.
Mademoiselle
De
Lafontaine
--
in
right
of
her
father
who
was
a
German
,
assumed
to
be
psychological
,
metaphysical
,
and
something
of
a
mystic
--
now
declared
that
when
the
moon
shone
with
a
light
so
intense
it
was
well
known
that
it
indicated
a
special
spiritual
activity
.
The
effect
of
the
full
moon
in
such
a
state
of
brilliancy
was
manifold
.
It
acted
on
dreams
,
it
acted
on
lunacy
,
it
acted
on
nervous
people
,
it
had
marvelous
physical
influences
connected
with
life
.
Mademoiselle
related
that
her
cousin
,
who
was
mate
of
a
merchant
ship
,
having
taken
a
nap
on
deck
on
such
a
night
,
lying
on
his
back
,
with
his
face
full
in
the
light
on
the
moon
,
had
wakened
,
after
a
dream
of
an
old
woman
clawing
him
by
the
cheek
,
with
his
features
horribly
drawn
to
one
side
;
and
his
countenance
had
never
quite
recovered
its
equilibrium
.
"
The
moon
,
this
night
,
"
she
said
,
"
is
full
of
idyllic
and
magnetic
influence
--
and
see
,
when
you
look
behind
you
at
the
front
of
the
schloss
how
all
its
windows
flash
and
twinkle
with
that
silvery
splendor
,
as
if
unseen
hands
had
lighted
up
the
rooms
to
receive
fairy
guests
.
"
There
are
indolent
styles
of
the
spirits
in
which
,
indisposed
to
talk
ourselves
,
the
talk
of
others
is
pleasant
to
our
listless
ears
;
and
I
gazed
on
,
pleased
with
the
tinkle
of
the
ladies
'
conversation
.
"
I
have
got
into
one
of
my
moping
moods
tonight
,
"
said
my
father
,
after
a
silence
,
and
quoting
Shakespeare
,
whom
,
by
way
of
keeping
up
our
English
,
he
used
to
read
aloud
,
he
said
:
"
'
In
truth
I
know
not
why
I
am
so
sad
.
It
wearies
me
:
you
say
it
wearies
you
;
But
how
I
got
it
--
came
by
it
.
'
"
I
forget
the
rest
.
But
I
feel
as
if
some
great
misfortune
were
hanging
over
us
.
I
suppose
the
poor
General
's
afflicted
letter
has
had
something
to
do
with
it
.
"
