The great wind had passed; now it only blew in little gusts heavy with driving rain.

The sea was sullen and grey and grand.

It beat in thunder on the shore and flew over the sunken rocks in columns of leaden spray.

The whole earth seemed one desolation, and all its grief was centred in this woman's broken heart.
Geoffrey, too, was up.

How he had passed the remainder of that tragic night we need not inquire--not too happily we may be sure.