She looked at him inquiringly, and her face grew grave, as they slowly made their way out of the room.
At last they came to the conservatory, and went in among the great plants and the soft lights.

There was no one there, and they slowly paced the broad walk that was left clear all round the glass-covered chamber, and up and down the middle.

The plants were disposed so thickly as to form almost impenetrable walls of green on either side; and at one end there was an open space where a little marble fountain played, around which were disposed seats of carved wood.

But Giovanni and Corona continued to walk slowly along the tiled path.
"Why did you say I was good just now ?" asked Corona at last.

Her voice sounded cold.
"I should not have said it, perhaps," answered Giovanni.