It had been long since she had heard her husband speak of a new discovery, and the words chilled her spirit.
"Come," he said, "quickly!" And, taking her by the hand, he led her out upon the lawn.
Over the soft green turf, under the beautiful trees, by the bright flowers of the parterres and through the natural beauty of the charming park, he led her; but not a word did she say of the soft colors and the soft air.

Not a flower did she look at.

It seemed to her as if she trod a bleak and stony road.

She dreaded what she might hear, what she might see.
He led her hastily through a gate in the garden wall; they passed through the garden, and, whispering to her to step lightly, they entered a quiet, shady spot beyond the house grounds.
"This way," he whispered.

"Stoop down.