I think those day visions were not dark: there was a pleasurable illumination in your eye occasionally, a soft excitement in your aspect, which told of no bitter, bilious, hypochondriac brooding: your look revealed rather the sweet musings of youth when its spirit follows on willing wings the flight of Hope up and on to an ideal heaven.
Azt hiszem, kellemes dolgokra gondolt, mert a szeme olykor vidáman csillant meg, és arcán valami szelíd izgalom tükröződött. Mindez nem vallott keserű, epés, kedélybeteg töprengésre.