From the upper gardens it was possible to see, to some extent, into those lower down the hill; but, from the lower, one could see nothing of those above.
One side of the property was flanked by a street, a mere narrow, walled lane on which no dwelling opened.

Along this were posterns in the wall, giving access to or exit from the terrace-garden, the formal-garden, the wild-garden and the water-garden.
I understood at once what I later heard from Agathemer.

The water-garden was to be mine for my airings.

I was to leave my litter at its postern in the unfrequented lane and reenter my litter there.
There I went next day and revelled in the beauty of the garden, in the sunshine, in the breeze and in the sensations of returning health and strength which inundated me.

There I went for some days in succession similarly.
On the eighth day before the Kalends of August Galen came to see me, not early in the morning, but about the bath-hour of the afternoon.