Everything 'round about suggested some reminder of her.

Trees and benches, pavements and electric lights knew her perfectly because of having formed a part of her regular walk.
Becoming convinced that he was waiting in vain, a last hope made him glance toward the white building of the Aquarium.

Freya had frequently mentioned it.

She was accustomed to amuse herself, oftentimes passing entire hours there, contemplating the life of the inhabitants of the sea.

And Ferragut blinked involuntarily as he passed rapidly from the garden boiling under the sun into the shadow of the damp galleries with no other illumination than that of the daylight which penetrated to the interior of the Aquarium,--a light that, seen through the water and the glass, took on a mysterious tone, the green and diffused tint of the subsea depths.
This visit enabled him to kill time more placidly.