"You will not regret coming." Between naps that afternoon and before I slept that night I soothed myself with the hope that I was, by Nemestronia's influence, to have an interview with Vedia.
Next morning the weather was beautiful, the sky clear, the air neither too cool nor too warm, the breeze soft and steady.

Nemestronia's water-garden appeared to me even more delightful than the day before.

I admired the lotus trees, the water-lily pads in the pools, the jets of the fountains, the bright strips of flowers along the pools, particularly some water- flags or some flowers resembling water-flags.
I was idling in the sun on a cushion which Agathemer had arranged for me on a marble seat against the upper wall, nearly midway of the garden, but in sight of the postern gate by which I had entered.

So idling and dreaming day dreams I let my eyes rove languidly about the scene before me.

While meditating and staring at the pavement at my feet I heard footsteps on the walk and looked up.
To my amazement I saw Egnatius Capito approaching.
No wonder I was amazed.