With a preoccupied frown drawing her eyebrows together, she began gathering up her papers, preparatory to making her escape.

She glanced down the long flight of marble steps leading to the river.

There on the lowest terrace, a fringe of willow-trees trailed their sweeping branches in the water.

Around the largest of these trees ran a circular bench.

Seated on the far side of this, the huge trunk would shield her from view of the Hall, and she decided to go down there to finish.
It would never do to stop now, when the verses were spinning themselves out so easily.