It would be daylight then.

I can't stay here alone.

I'm frightened, and I'm cold." "Wait a minute," said Orlando.
He ran back to the dead horse, unloosed the saddle from its back, detached from it a rain-coat strapped to the pommel, and brought it to her.
"This will keep you warm," he said.

"It isn't cold to-night.

You only feel cold because you're upset and nervous." "I'm frightened," she answered; "frightened of everything.