midday
A secret sympathy had frequently drawn me thither before I knew Charlotte ; and we were delighted when , in our early acquaintance , we discovered that we each loved the same spot , which is indeed as romantic as any that ever captivated the fancy of an artist . From beneath the chestnut trees , there is an extensive view . But I remember that I have mentioned all this in a former letter , and have described the tall mass of beech trees at the end , and how the avenue grows darker and darker as it winds its way among them , till it ends in a gloomy recess , which has all the charm of a mysterious solitude . I still remember the strange feeling of melancholy which came over me the first time I entered that dark retreat , at bright midday . I felt some secret foreboding that it would , one day , be to me the scene of some happiness or misery . I had spent half an hour struggling between the contending thoughts of going and returning , when I heard them coming up the terrace . I ran to meet them .