His attention was riveted upon the beans lying in the palm of his hand.

He looked at them almost reverently.
"Are those the things ?" she demanded.
He held them out towards her.

A faint pang of regret stirred his heart.
For a single second the picture of a beautiful garden glowed and faded before his eyes.

A wave of delicious perfume came and went.

The girl--slim, white-clad--looked at him a little wistfully with her sad blue eyes.