And I plied the oars once more.
I began to find the night long and to see the absurdity of my conduct.
My companion said to me:
"Will you make me a promise?"
"Yes. What is it?"
"To remain quiet, well-behaved, and discreet, if I permit you—"
"What? Say what you mean!"
"Here is what I mean! I want to lie down on my back at the bottom of the boat with you by my side. But I forbid you to touch me, to embrace me—in short to—to caress me."
I promised. She warned me:
"If you move, I'll capsize the boat."