"But that's dangerous."
"You shall come to no hurt."
"But you?"
"Indeed I need a draught for myself. I should have gone after one in any case."
There was a pause, then Barbara said:
"I don't want it. My thirst has passed away."
"Will you take the pasty?"
"No, my hunger is gone too."
I bowed again. We stood in silence for a moment.
"I'll walk a little," said Barbara.