High over me glimmered the thick, steel-shiny stalk, shooting, with a torrent uprush, a hundred feet into the air, to spread in a blossom of foam.
Nettled at the coolness of the raven's remark, "You told me nothing!" I said.
"I told you to do nothing any one you distrusted asked you!" "Tut! how was mortal to remember that ?" "You will not forget the consequences of having forgotten it!" replied Mr.Raven, who stood leaning over the margin of the basin, and stretched his hand across to me.
I took it, and was immediately beside him on the lawn, dripping and streaming.
"You must change your clothes at once!" he said.

"A wetting does not signify where you come from--though at present such an accident is unusual; here it has its inconveniences!" He was again a raven, walking, with something stately in his step, toward the house, the door of which stood open.
"I have not much to change!" I laughed; for I had flung aside my robe to climb the tree.
"It is a long time since I moulted a feather!" said the raven.
In the house no one seemed awake.

I went to my room, found a dressing-gown, and descended to the library.
As I entered, the librarian came from the closet.

I threw myself on a couch.

Mr.Raven drew a chair to my side and sat down.