The jailer came with the permission that, as an exception, he would be allowed to walk for half an hour in the garden.
Conrad felt quite indifferent.

As the warder led him along the vaulted passage, he staggered slightly; he had almost forgotten how to walk.
He steadied himself on his companion's arm and said: "I feel so strange." "Hold on to me; nothing will happen to you." "Are we going right out into the open ?" "From now, you will go for a short walk in the garden every day." "I do not know if I care to," said Conrad, hesitating.

"I am afraid--of the sun." They were out under the open sky, in the wide, dazzling green light.
Conrad stood still for a moment and covered his eyes with his hand, then he looked up, and covered them again, and began to tremble.

The warder remained silent, and supported him as he tottered along under the shade of the horse-chestnuts.

On either side stretched green banks glowing with flowers and roses, their bright colours quivering like flame blown by the wind.