The scent of the jessamine came in as before, but mingled with the cooler breath of the roses.

There was nothing intoxicating or unreal in it now; rather it seemed a gentle aromatic stimulant--of thought.

Long shadows of unseen poplars beyond barred the garden lanes and alleys with bands of black and yellow.

A slanting pencil of sunshine through the trees was for a moment focussed on a bed of waxen callas before a hedge of ceanothus, and struck into dazzling relief the cold white chalices of the flowers and the vivid shining green of their background.

Presently it slid beyond to a tiny fountain, before invisible, and wrought a blinding miracle out of its flashing and leaping spray.