in these regions it was particularly so, where an abundance of wild flowers and aromatic herbs breathed forth their essence on the air.
the dawn, which softened the scenery with its peculiar grey tint, now dispersed, and emily watched the progress of the day, first trembling on the tops of the highest cliffs, then touching them with splendid light, while their sides and the vale below were still wrapt in dewy mist.meanwhile, the sullen grey of the eastern clouds began to blush, then to redden, and then to glow with a thousand colours, till the golden light darted over all the air, touched the lower points of the mountain's brow, and glanced in long sloping beams upon the valley and its stream.all nature seemed to have awakened from death into life; the spirit of st.aubert was renovated.his heart was full; he wept, and his thoughts ascended to the great creator.
emily wished to trip along the turf, so green and bright with dew, and to taste the full delight of that liberty, which the izard seemed to enjoy as he bounded along the brow of the cliffs; while valancourt often stopped to speak with the travellers, and with social feeling to point out to them the peculiar objects of his admiration.st.
aubert was pleased with him: 'here is the real ingenuousness and ardour of youth,' said he to himself; 'this young man has never been at paris.'
he was sorry when they came to the spot where the roads parted, and his heart took a more affectionate leave of him than is usual after so short an acquaintance.valancourt talked long by the side of the carriage; seemed more than once to be going, but still lingered, and appeared to search anxiously for topics of conversation to account for his delay.at length he took leave.as he went, st.aubert observed him look with an earnest and pensive eye at emily, who bowed to him with a countenance full of timid sweetness, while the carriage drove on.st.aubert, for whatever reason, soon after looked from the window, and saw valancourt standing upon the bank of the road, resting on his pike with folded arms, and following the carriage with his eyes.he waved his hand, and valancourt, seeming to awake from his reverie, returned the salute, and started away.