"A myrtle," said Ilse.
"That does not blossom," answered Benz, surlily.
"But there are two roses blowing and a plant of heliotrope."
"I do not know what that is," interposed the invalid.
"It smells very sweet," said Ilse.
"Then let it come," assented Benz. "But I must also have some sweet basil."
"We will see whether it can be had," answered Ilse; "and the gardener shall also train some ivy round the window."
"That will be too dark for me," retorted the dissatisfied Benz.
"Never mind," said Ilse, decidedly; "we will try, and if it does not suit you, it can be altered."
To this the invalid agreed.