The last time she visited it, it was only a small flower garden because it was under construction,
but it was now complete, full of lots of stuff, including a cage for Poibe, tea tables, a few books and an easel.
Marianne opened the greenhouse. The inside of the greenhouse was all red and green with the sunset streaming in all over the place. Her beloved lilies were lined up, basking in the evening light. The providence of the universe, penetrating through the flawless glass, created a dark shadow after her.
"… Pretty," she consciously said.
It was a beautiful landscape, and she uttered exclamations with her mouth, but she didn't feel any happiness. Rather, her neck felt sore and chilly.
In the end, Marianne gave up on the walk. Instead, she sat down in front of the lily bed.
Although her long skirt dragged on the ground, there was no one here who would point out her behavior that didn't suit a noblewoman.