glory does it cast upon the mouldering battlements of yonder castle."
They entered the cottage; supper was prepared for them, and they sat down to it with no other light than what the moon afforded, and by an open window, through which a soft breeze wafted delicious odours; no sound could now be heard in the valley, but the melancholy rippling of the water.
After supper, "this is an hour (said Clermont), which my Madeline often devotes to music; the soul is never more suited for the enjoyment of harmony, than at such an hour as the present, when the busy cares of day are over, and the more painful ones of recollection are softened by the universal tranquillity of nature and her works: you, de Sevignie, are I am sure a performer, and you will not, I hope, refuse to accompany my Madeline."
