It was all there--the Fairy's first wonder and delight in finding herself in the woods, then her realisation that she was lost and her frantic efforts to find the way back to Fairyland.
Followed her meeting with the Mortal and supplication to him to guide her, and finally the Fairy's despair and death.

Magda's slight little figure sank to the ground, drooping slowly like a storm-bent snowdrop, and lay still.
Lady Arabella sat up with a jerk.
"Good gracious! The child's a born dancer! Lydia Tchinova must see her.
She'll have to train.

Poor Hugh!" She chuckled enjoyably.

"This will be the last straw! He'll be compelled to invent a new penance.".