And now Rudolf threw the amaranth away too.
Fanny glanced in the direction of the rejected flower, as if to make sure of the place where it had fallen.
"And now will your ladyship look at those two maples standing side by side?
What handsome trees they are! One of them seems to be of a brighter green than the other: that, therefore, is the wife; the darker one is the husband.

They also are happy lovers.

But now look over yonder! There stands a majestic maple tree all by itself.

How yellow its foliage is! Poor thing! it has not found a husband.

Some pitiless gardener has planted it beside a nut tree, and that is no mate for it.
How pale, how yellow it looks, poor thing! But, good Heavens! how pale you are! What is the matter ?" "Nothing, nothing, sir," said Fanny, "only a little giddiness," and without the slightest hesitation she leant on Rudolf's arm.
He fancied he understood, but he was very far from understanding.
And now they reached the richly furnished conservatory in which a splendid snow-white dahlia with a scarce perceptible rosy tinge in its innermost petals was just then beginning to bloom.