Then, with a wave of the hand inviting them to follow, she led the way through a small room into a cloister surrounding a quadrangular flower-garden.
In contrast to the outer garden, which had run wild, this inner garden was tended with especial care.

The flower-beds, brilliant in the sunshine, showed a wonderful play of variegated colors.

The warm odors were almost intoxicating.

One, intermingled with the rest, aroused no responsive echo in Casanova's memory.

Puzzled, he was about to say a word on the subject to Marcolina, when he perceived that the enigmatic, stimulating fragrance emanated from herself.