She had removed her shawl from her shoulders and was carrying it over her arm.

From the opening of her gown came a perfume at once kindred to that of the thousand flowers of the garden, and yet unique.
The Abbess, still without a word, conducted the visitors between the flower-beds upon narrow, winding paths which traversed the garden like a lovely labyrinth.

The graceful ease of her gait showed that she was enjoying the chance of showing others the motley splendors of her garden.

As if she had determined to make her guests giddy, she moved on faster and ever faster like the leader of a lively folk-dance.

Then, quite suddenly, so that Casanova seemed to awaken from a confusing dream, they all found themselves in the parlor once more.