I have known you do it in ten minutes, at a pinch.

There is ample time for me to row you within sight of the minster, and we can talk as we go.

Ah, fancy! the grey old minster with this sunset behind it, and a field of cowslips in the foreground!" But Jane did not rise.
"My dear Dal," she said, "you would not feel much enthusiasm for the minster or the sunset, after you had pulled my twelve stone odd up the river.

You would drop exhausted among the cowslips.

Surely you might know by now that I am not the sort of person to be told off to sit in the stern of a tiny skiff and steer.