It was difficult to do what was right and what was correct and she felt her heart fluttering at the nearness of him and the difficulty of remembering that she must not show her nervousness or in any way relax the imperiousness of her dignity.
They reached the gardens, which Gisela could imagine were exquisite in the summer when they were ablaze with colour. There were stone fountains that had been brought from Italy and statues set where the beauty of their sculpture was shown to its best advantage.
Soon they passed from the flower garden through a high red-brick wall to where the vegetables were grown for the house. Here were rows and rows of greenhouses and Gisela forgot everything as a feast of colour and beauty met her eyes.
Greenhouses filled with carnations – red, pink, purple, ye
