There was a fountain in the garden outside her hotel.
She went there every summer. Walking outside is all she did; nothing more. In her perfect white dress and parasol all the men watched her.
Looked, but could not touch.
Wandering near the fountain, occasionally dropping a spare penny or two in -- she had lots to spare, her father was rich.
He sent her there.
She didn't like it at first, but at she came to see it how he saw it, she enjoyed being away from home, away from the cold silent halls of a large estate, and out in the fresh air of the garden, with it's flowing fountain and tidy clipped grass.
She liked the weather her very much.