But remember my advice--don't make a 'god' of any man;--he can't live up to it---" As he spoke a sudden jagged flash of lightning tore the sky, followed almost instantaneously by a long, low snarl of thunder rolling through the valley.

Great drops of rain began to fall.
"Come along! Let us get in!" and Gwent caught Manella's hand--"Run!" And like children they ran together through the garden into the Plaza lounge, reaching it just before a second lightning flash and peal of thunder renewed double emphasis.
"Storm!" observed a long-faced invalid man in a rocking-chair, looking at them as they hurried in.
"Yes! Storm it is!" responded Gwent, releasing the hand of his companion--"Good-night, Miss Soriso!" She inclined her head graceful, smiling.
"Good-night, Senor!".