[They have this in common, at least: Rosalind is just as formally dressed as he is, and just as overwhelmed with the crowds. She soon heads away from them, wanting nothing more than to be on her own-- or at least, if she must see people, only one or two.
They're somewhere between the cove and the beach when she spots him-- and oh, well, isn't that intriguing, and she's curious enough about someone else so dressed up that she simply has to approach.]
flona cove;
They're somewhere between the cove and the beach when she spots him-- and oh, well, isn't that intriguing, and she's curious enough about someone else so dressed up that she simply has to approach.]
Not a beach person, are we?