All the time, she pondered her situation.

Ultimately, instead of booking for Victoria, she procured a ticket for Epsom Downs, and had not long to wait for the train.
It was a hot day at the end of June.

Wafts of breezy coolness passed now and then over the high open country, but did not suffice to combat the sun's steady glare.

After walking half a mile or so, absorbed in thought, Louise suffered so much that she looked about for shadow.

Before her was the towering ugliness of the Grand Stand; this she had seen and admired when driving past it with her friends; it did not now attract her.