She took his hand and pressed it; her face lit up with a smile. Then she looked, pensively, into the dark landscape beneath them and she shivered.
"It's turning chilly," he said. "We had better go in, Valérie; you'll catch cold here."
She just felt at her bare neck:
"Presently," she said.
They glanced down, at the murmuring Danube. A mist began to rise from the river and filled the valley as it were with light strips of muslin.
"Come," he urged.
"Look," she said. "How deep that is, is it not?"
He looked down:
"Yes," he replied.
"Don't you feel giddy?" she asked.