It was light, as Hugh had said, but not with the light of either sun or moon; a soft radiance was over everything, but whence it came they could not tell.

The hills on each side of the water, which was more like a calmly flowing river than a lake, prevented their seeing very far, but close to the shore by which they stood a little boat was moored--a little boat with seats for two, and one light pair of oars.
"Oh, how lovely!" said Jeanne.

"It is even nicer than the carriage.

Get in, Hugh, and let us row down the river.

The boat must be on purpose for us." They were soon settled in it, and Hugh, though he had only rowed once or twice before in his life, found it very easy and pleasant, and they went over the water swiftly and smoothly.