She drew away the cloak that she had offered me, and, wrapping it about her shoulders, withdrew to the stern of the boat.

I took her place, and laid hold of the oars.
"What's your pleasure now, madame ?" I asked.
"What you will," she said briefly.
I looked at her; she met my gaze with a steady regard.

I had expected scorn, but found grief and hurt.

Accused by the sight, I wrapped myself in a cold flippancy.
"There is small choice," said I."The beach is there, and that we have found not pleasant.

Calais is yonder, where certainly we must not go.