All the time there was a smell of lilac all round him.

Once he heard very faintly in some distant street a barrel-organ begin to play, and it seemed to him that his heroic words were moving to a tiny tune from under or beyond the world.
He stared and talked at the girl's red hair and amused face for what seemed to be a few minutes; and then, feeling that the groups in such a place should mix, rose to his feet.

To his astonishment, he discovered the whole garden empty.

Everyone had gone long ago, and he went himself with a rather hurried apology.

He left with a sense of champagne in his head, which he could not afterwards explain.