"I wonder what time it is," Sabina said, before he struck the wall again.
He looked at his watch.
"It is six o'clock," he answered, trying to speak cheerfully. "It is not at all late yet. Are you hungry?"
"Oh, no! We never dine till eight."
"But you are cold?"
"A little. It is no matter."
"If you will get up I will put my waistcoat on the board for you to sit upon, and then you can put my coat over your shoulders. I am too hot."
"Thank you."
She obeyed, and he made her as comfortable as he could, a forlorn little figure in her fawn-coloured hat, wrapped in his grey tweed coat, that looked utterly shapeless on her.
"Courage," he said, as he picked up his crowbar.