Above, the grey sky was changing into blue.

Almost directly over her head, rising higher and higher in little circles, a lark was singing.

Jeanne half closed her eyes and stood still, engrossed by the unexpected beauty of her surroundings.

Then suddenly a voice came travelling to her from across the marshes.
She turned round unwillingly, and with a vague feeling of irritation against this interruption, which seemed to her so inopportune, and in turning round she realized at once that her period of absorption must have lasted a good deal longer than she had had any idea of.

She had walked straight across the marshes towards the little hillock on which she stood, but the way by which she had come was no longer visible.