It turned in at the Strong driveway and stopped at the door.
John Gilman went to ring the bell and learn if Eileen were ready.

Peter followed him.

Henry Anderson stepped from the car and wandered over the lawn, looking at the astonishing array of bushes, vines, flowers, and trees.
From one to another he went, fingering the waxy leaves, studying the brilliant flower faces.

Finally turning a corner and crossing the wild garden, to which he paid slight attention, he started down the other side of the house.

Here an almost overpowering odor greeted his nostrils, and he went over to a large tree covered with rough, dark green, almost brownish, lance-shaped leaves, each branch terminating in a heavy spray of yellowish-green flowers, whose odor was of cloying sweetness.