“He ran out into the garden, now brilliant with sudden sun, and for just a few minutes before the drops vanished they hung like diamonds on every twig. Then, as the sun drew up the moisture, the air was scented, so that Tolly could hardly bear to let his breath out. It seemed a waste. He was looking for scented flowers, but the strongest and most exciting smell of all was the earth itself. Really, what a thing to live on!”
