The young folk were in raptures.

They went in trepidation, almost afraid that the delight of exploring this ruin might be denied them.

In the first courtyard, within the high broken walls, were farm-carts, with their shafts lying idle on the ground, the tyres of the wheels brilliant with gold-red rust.

It was very still.
All eagerly paid their sixpences, and went timidly through the fine clean arch of the inner courtyard.

They were shy.