Here and there were muddy patches left by the water receding after heavy rains.

But the wildness and the seclusion had their attractions, and little wonder was it that love had marked Rosamond's Pond as its own.
There was something like a promenade on the higher ground to the east.
Here it was dry and Lavinia decided that this was the most likely spot which Lancelot would select.

Moreover, a path from the Mall near St.
James's Palace led direct to the Pond and by this path Vane would be sure to come.
The crisp air was exhilarating and the young grass gave it sweetness.
The twittering of the birds suggested a passage of love.

The mid-day sun shone upon the distant Abbey and very romantic did its towers look against the blue sky.
Lavinia's spirits rose.

She felt very happy.