He would be a comedy character, but she hoped he would not be the grouchy kind, which, though very funny when he rampages around on the screen, might be rather uncomfortable to meet when one is tired and hungry and out of sorts.

But of course the crankiest of comedy cooks would be decently civil to _her_.

Men always were, except directors who are paid for their incivility.
A hollow into which she walked in complete darkness and in silence, save the gurgling of another stream, hid from sight the shadowy semblance of houses and barns and sheds.

Their disappearance slumped her spirits again, for without them she was no more than a solitary speck in the vast loneliness.

Their actual nearness could not comfort her.