But my master, seizing it, came with it angrily, and said: "Is this your care, sirrah! If you end your journey no better than you begin it, 'twill be little enough to boast of." Which I considered fuss enough about a matter which concerned only my own person, and not his errand.

For what was my cloak to him?
Yet I felt ashamed to have neglected my mistress' kindness, and I told him so, whereat he was pacified.
The tide served me some three hours and more, in which time, by dint of hard rowing, I reached Brentford, where I left the boat.

Being weary and hot (for the sun was now high and fierce), I resolved to dine before I went farther, and sought the nearest tavern for that purpose.

It was an ill-looking place, and kept by an ill-looking host; but hunger is no respecter of persons; and, as he called me "your worship," and set before me a brave leg of pork, with ale to keep it in countenance, I forgave him his ugly face, and fell to without more ado.

When I came to pay him, and pulled out the purse my master had given me, he grew monstrous civil, and offered to take me across the ferry himself.
Which he did, with one of his men.