I wondered what she would say, or think, if she knew that.
Nothing, probably; she would not care enough to think at all.

It did not matter to me what she thought; but I did wish I had not put on those fool oilskins.

I must look more like a country longshoreman than ever.
If I had any doubts about it they were dispelled when I had rowed the two boats up the bay until we were abreast the Colton mansion.

Then Victor, who had been talking in a low tone with his fellow passenger in the dingy, looked at the distant shore and, over his shoulder, at me.
"Here!" he shouted.

"Where are you going?
That's the landing over there." "I know," I answered.