monet painting

The moth roamed away. I was sheepishly retreating also; but Mr.
Rochester followed me, and when we reached the wicket, he said-
'Turn back: on so lovely a night it is a shame to sit in the house;
and surely no one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at
meeting with moonrise.'
It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt
enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing