From that time on, the road was like a long ford over which they proceeded with caution, the driver now and then winding a horn.
Each sat quietly in a corner of the seat with a wall of cold fog between them.

The young man liked it better than the wall of mystery through which he had been able to see the silent, veiled form beside him.
"Do you have much weather like this ?" he ventured to inquire by and by.
This answer came out of the bank of fog: "Yes," as if she would have him understand that she was not being paid for conversation.
From that time forward they rode in a silence broken only by the creaking of the coach and the sound of the horses' hoofs.

Darkness had fallen when they reached the little city of Gravesend.

The Ship and Anchor stood by the water's edge.
"You will please wait here," said the stern lady in a milder voice than she had used before, as the coach drew up at the inn door, "I shall see if she has come." His strange companion entered the inn and returned presently, saying: "She has not yet arrived.

Delayed by the fog.