With a gesture of impatience Germaine dropped into a chair.

Irma stood waiting by the drawing-room door.

Sonia sat down by the bureau.
There came a sharp patter of rain against the windows.
"Rain! It only wanted that! It's going to be perfectly beastly!" cried Germaine.
"Oh, well, you must make the best of it.

At any rate you're well wrapped up, and the night is warm enough, though it is raining," said the Duke.

"Still, I could have wished that Lupin confined his operations to fine weather." He paused, and added cheerfully, "But, after all, it will lay the dust." They sat for three or four minutes in a dull silence, listening to the pattering of the rain against the panes.