This was a wonderful garden: yet nothing therein was strange. Instead, it seemed that everything hereabouts was heart-breakingly familiar and very dear to Jurgen. For he had come to a broad lawn which slanted northward to a well-remembered brook: and multitudinous maples and locust-trees stood here and there, irregularly, and were being played with very lazily by an irresolute west wind, so that foliage seemed to toss and ripple everywhere like green spray: but autumn was at hand, for the locust-trees were dropping a Danaë's shower of small round yellow leaves. Around the garden was an unforgotten circle of blue hills. And this was a place of lucent twilight, unlit by either sun or stars, and with no shadows anywhere in the diffused faint radiancy that revealed this garden, which is not visible to any man except in the brief interval between dawn and sunrise. "Why, but it is Count Emmerick's garden at Storisende," says Jurgen, "where I used to be having such fine times when I was a lad." "I will wager," said Nessus, "that you did not use to walk alone in this garden." "Well, no; there was a girl." "Just so," assented Nessus. "It is a local by-law: and here are those who comply with it." For now had come toward them, walking together in the dawn, a handsome boy and girl. And the girl was incredibly beautiful, because everybody in the garden saw her with the vision of the boy who was with her. "I am Rudolph," said this boy, "and she is Anne." "And are you happy here?" asked Jurgen. "Oh, yes, sir, we are tolerably happy: but Anne's father is very rich, and my mother is poor, so that we cannot be quite happy until I have gone into foreign lands and come back with a great many lakhs of rupees and pieces of eight." "And what will you do with all this money, Rudolph?" "My duty, sir, as I see it. But I inherit defective eyesight." "God speed to you, Rudolph!" said Jurgen, "for many others are in your plight." Then came to Jurgen and the Centaur another boy with the small blue-eyed person in whom he took delight. And this fat and indolent looking boy informed them that he and the girl who was with him were walking in the glaze of the red mustard jar, which Jurgen thought was gibberish: and the fat boy said that he and the girl had decided never to grow any older, which Jurgen said was excellent good sense if only they could manage it. "Oh, I can manage that," said this fat boy, reflectively, "if only I do not find the managing of it uncomfortable." Jurgen for a moment regarded him, and then gravely shook hands. "I feel for you," said Jurgen, "for I perceive that you, too, are a monstrous clever fellow: so life will get the best of you." "But is not cleverness the main thing, sir?" "Time will show you, my lad," says Jurgen, a little sorrowfully. "And God speed to you, for many others are in your plight."