And so they went out, and through a clipped, covered walk to another door in a wall, which opened on the west side--the very old part of the house--and suddenly she saw the Italian parterre.

Each view as she came upon it she tried to identify with what she had seen in the pictures in _Country Life_, but things look so different in reality, with the atmospheric effects, to the cold gray of a print.

Only there was no mistake about this--the Italian parterre; and a sudden tightness grew round her heart, and she thought of Mirko and the day she had last seen him.

And Tristram was startled into looking at her by a sudden catching of her breath, and to his amazement he perceived that her face was full of pain, as though she had revisited some scene connected with sorrowful memories.

There was even a slight drawing back in her attitude, as if she feared to go on, and meet some ghost.