The tropical odours blended with the perfume of autumn roses, which made a trellis over her head and overran the balustrades.

The subtle mingling of perfumes that float in the clear air of an Australian garden, when the fierce heats of summer are gone, gave her a sense of almost intoxication.
In fact, Bridget was in the mood for any desperate leap into the Unknown.

Such was her unconscious thought as she crunched a spray of verbena in her fingers and inhaled the scent which had always a faintly heady effect upon her imagination.

She was leaning on the stone kerb of the balustrade, vague emotions stirring her, when she heard McKeith's step on the gravel.

Presently he stood beside her, his tall form, in the well-cut evening suit which always became him best, towering head and shoulders above her small stature.