The lane had divided the fields of the old landowners, and had been the thoroughfare for the dwellers in the house when they went to meeting and to mill.
The Hautvilles often used it in the summer-time for a short-cut to the village.

Eugene went along this foot-path, which was in its way a little humble track of history of simple village life, passed the site of the house, and then struck into the lane.

It stretched before him like a shaft of green light.

The afternoon sun shone through young willow-leaves, transparent like green glass.

Low overhead hung rosy tassels from out-reaching boughs of maples.