There was no warmth of encouragement, either in her tone of voice or the unrecognizing eye which she turned upon him without trace of sympathy.
"Isn't that rather foolish ?" he suggested.

"You'll get wet through.
How far are you going ?" "Hammersmith." He had asked the question with such apparent inconsequence that the thought of denying him the information had not occurred to her.
Undoubtedly it was foolish to refuse his offer.

She would get wet through before she reached Hammersmith.

The tarpaulin only covered her skirt, and in the lap that it made was already a pool of water swilling backwards and forwards with the rocking of the 'bus.

Through her mind raced a swift calculation, estimating the benefits she would gain by keeping dry.