At the expiration of this time they had come to a little by-way on the right, leading down a slope to a pool of water.

The pony stopped, looked towards the pool, and then advanced and stooped to drink.
Elfride looked at her watch and discovered that if she were going to reach St.Launce's early enough to change her dress at the Falcon, and get a chance of some early train to Plymouth--there were only two available--it was necessary to proceed at once.
She was impatient.

It seemed as if Pansy would never stop drinking; and the repose of the pool, the idle motions of the insects and flies upon it, the placid waving of the flags, the leaf-skeletons, like Genoese filigree, placidly sleeping at the bottom, by their contrast with her own turmoil made her impatience greater.
Pansy did turn at last, and went up the slope again to the high-road.
The pony came upon it, and stood cross-wise, looking up and down.
Elfride's heart throbbed erratically, and she thought, 'Horses, if left to themselves, make for where they are best fed.

Pansy will go home.' Pansy turned and walked on towards St.Launce's Pansy at home, during summer, had little but grass to live on.

After a run to St.Launce's she always had a feed of corn to support her on the return journey.