"My advice to you, sir, is to chuck it!" Gerald turned towards the chauffeur by whose side he was seated a little stiffly, for his limbs were numbed with the cold and exhaustion.

The morning had broken with a grey and uncertain light.

A vaporous veil of mist seemed to have taken the place of the darkness.

Even from the top of the hill where the car had come to a standstill, there was little to be seen.
"We must have come forty miles already," the chauffeur continued, "what with going out of our way all the time because of the broken bridges.
I'm pretty well frozen through, and as for him," he added, jerking his thumb across his shoulder, "it seems to me you're taking a bit of a risk." "The doctor said he would remain in exactly the same condition for twenty-four hours," Gerald declared.
"Yes, but he didn't say anything about shaking him up over forty miles of rough road," the other protested.

"You'll excuse me, sir," he continued, in a slightly changed tone; "it isn't my business, of course, but I'm fairly done.