But I should have seemed to ask pity of the statue that sat there, enveloped in the cloak, with closed eyes and pale unmoved face.

Suddenly she spoke.
"Are you cold, sir ?" "Cold?
I am somewhat over-heated with rowing, madame," I answered.

"But, I pray you, wrap your cloak closer round you." "I am very well, I thank you, sir." Yet cold I was, and bitterly.

Moreover I was hungry and somewhat faint.
Was Barbara hungry?
I dared not ask her lest she should find a fresh mockery in the question.
When I ventured to beach the boat a little way out of Dover, it was quite dark, being hard on ten o'clock.

I offered Barbara my hand to alight, but she passed it by unnoticed.