Had Hugon stood there in his hunting dress, she would have felt them no security; but he was wearing his coat and breeches of fine cloth, his ruffled shirt, and his great black periwig.

A wetting would not be to his mind.
As she answered not, but went on her way, silent now, and with her slender figure bending with the motion of the pole, he frowned and shrugged; then took up his pilgrimage, and with his light and swinging stride kept alongside of the boat.

The ribbon lay across his arm, and he turned it in the sunshine.

"If you come not and get it," he wheedled, "I will throw it in the water." The angry tears sprang to Audrey's eyes.

"Do so, and save me the trouble," she answered, and then was sorry that she had spoken.
The red came into the swarthy cheeks of the man upon the bank.