Thomas Hardy

“ Cuckoos, thrushes, blackbirds, and sparrows gave forth a perfect confusion of song and twitter. The road was spotted white with the fallen leaves of apple-blossoms, and the sparkling grey dew still lingered on the grass and flowers. ”

“ Why, his poor wife has only been dead six months.'
'Of course he knows that. But loving is not done by months, or method, or rule, or nobody would ever have invented such a phrase as "falling in love." He does not want his love to be observed just yet, on the very account you mention; but conceal it as he may from himself and us, it exists definitely--and very intensely, I assure you.'
'I suppose then, that if he can't help it, it is no harm of him,' said Cytherea naively, and beginning to ponder. ”