"I was in my own room, and sitting by the window, which was open: it soothed me to feel the balmy night-air; though I could see no stars and only by a vague, luminous haze, knew the presence of a moon. I longed for thee, Janet!
»Estaba sentado junto a la ventana abierta. Me acariciaba la perfumada brisa nocturna y, aunque no veía las estrellas, por un vago y difuso resplandor adivinaba que brillaba la luna.