I rave: perhaps at this moment he is watching the sun rise over the pyrenees，or on the tideless sea of the south."

I had coasted along the lower wall of the orchard- turned its angle: there was a gate just there，opening into the meadow，between two stone pillars crowned by stone balls. From behind one pillar I could peep round quietly at the full front of the mansion. I advanced my head with precaution，desirous to ascertain if any bedroom window-blinds were yet drawn up: battlements，windows，long front- all from this sheltered station were at my mand.

The crows sailing overhead perhaps watched me while I took this survey. I wonder what they thought. They must have considered I was very careful and timid at first，and that gradually I grew very bold and reckless. A peep，and then a long stare; and then a departure from my niche and a straying out into the meadow; and a sudden stop full in front of the great mansion，and a protracted，hardy gaze towards it.

"What affectation of diffidence was this at first?" they might have demanded; "what stupid regardlessness now?"