He soon saw her leave the direct road that led across them, and take a path over the heath as if intending to dash through the thickest of the timber.

At the same instant Clotilde ran up to him, and touching his shoulder with the tip of her whip: "Where in the world is Julia going ?" she said.
Lucan replied with a vague gesture and a smile.
"I am sure," rejoined Clotilde, "that she is going to drink at that fountain, yonder.

She was complaining a little while since of being thirsty.

Do follow her, dear, will you, and prevent her doing so.

She is so warm! It might be fatal to her.