They had turned the entire house into a rose-garden.

Hall, drawing-room, and library, and the dining-room beyond were filled with such lavishness that it seemed as if June herself had taken possession, with all her court.

Stuart and Eugenia paused before the tall gate of smilax and American beauties.
"It is the Gate into Paradise, sweetheart," he whispered, looking through its blossom-covered bars to the altar beyond, that had been built in the bay-window of the drawing-room, and covered with white roses.
"Yes," answered Eugenia, smiling up at him.

"The legend is right.

We must enter Paradise to find the diamond leaf.