You know the kind of man that would say that.' 'Not personally, thank goodness!' 'A week--a month, even--with weather such as this.

Nay, with a storm for variety; clouds from the top of Scawfell falling thick about us; a fierce wind shrieking across the tarn; sheets and torrents and floods of rain beating upon our roof; and you and I by the peat-fire.

With a good supply of books, old and new, I can picture it for three months, for half a year!' 'Be on your guard.

Remember "that kind of man".' 'I am in no danger.

There is a vast difference between six months and all one's life.