Then Paul opened the door to the garden, and all was different.

The sunny afternoon was there, like another land.

By the path grew tansy and little trees.

In front of the window was a plot of sunny grass, with old lilacs round it.

And away went the garden, with heaps of dishevelled chrysanthemums in the sunshine, down to the sycamore-tree, and the field, and beyond one looked over a few red-roofed cottages to the hills with all the glow of the autumn afternoon.
Mrs.Morel sat in her rocking-chair, wearing her black silk blouse.
Her grey-brown hair was taken smooth back from her brow and her high temples; her face was rather pale.