"We will wait at Dolo for the train, and return to Venice by the railway."
"Yes."
"We still have time to spare."
"What is this? Look!"
"I don't know."
"What a bitter odor! It is a sort of shrubbery of box and hornbeams."
"Ah, it is the labyrinth!"
A rusty iron gate barred the entrance to the labyrinth between two columns that bore two Cupids riding on stone dolphins. Nothing was to be seen on the other side of the gate, except the beginning of the path, and a kind of solidly built and intricate thicket, dark and mysterious. In the center of the maze rose a tower, at the summit of which stood the statue of a warrior, as if reconnoitering from that point.
"Have you ever been in a labyrinth?" Stelio inquired.
"No, never," she replied.