But I shall gain my ends quite as well without you, and perhaps after all it is better that you should forget one another.
Good-bye." It was a hard struggle for the girl.

She felt nearly sure that Boges was deceiving her, and a voice within warned her that it would be better to refuse her lover this meeting.

Duty and prudence gained the upper hand, and she was just going to exclaim: "Tell him I cannot see him," when her eye caught the ribbon she had once embroidered for her handsome playfellow.

Bright pictures from her childhood flashed through her mind, short moments of intoxicating happiness; love, recklessness and longing gained the day in their turn over her sense of right, her misgivings and her prudence, and before Boges could finish his farewell, she called out, almost in spite of herself and flying towards the house like a frightened fawn: "I shall expect him." Boges passed quickly through the flowery paths of the hanging-gardens.

He stopped at the parapet end cautiously opened a hidden trap-door, admitting to a secret staircase which wound down through one of the huge pillars supporting the hanging-gardens, and which had probably been intended by their original designer as a means of reaching his wife's apartments unobserved from the shores of the river.