"How should you know this?"
"You frown, Martin! Though the storm is done and we alive, yet you frown! Have patience and you shall eat and sleep."
"I want neither one nor other!" I began.
"And you are wet, Martin!"
"'Tis no matter!"
"And cold!"
"The sun shall warm me."
"So you shall eat, and lie here i' the sunshine, and sleep!" And away she goes to vanish under the dripping pent-house forward (the which had served its purpose admirably well) whiles I, perceiving the waves subsiding and the wind blowing steady and fair, laid our course due south-westerly again, and lashing the helm, went forward to shake out the reefs, finding it no easy task what with the stiffness of my cramped limbs and the pitching of the boat; howbeit, 'twas done at last but, coming back, I tripped across a thwart and fell, cursing.
"Are you hurt?" she questioned, stooping over me; whereupon (for very shame) I turned my back answering short and ungraciously, and sat frowning like the sullen rogue I was whiles she busily set forth the wherewithal to break our fast, and singing softly to herself.
"I told you I was an ill rogue and rough!" says I, bitterly.