In the little pool before her great drops splashed and made a miniature tempest.

The yellow flower she had plucked lay close by, and was beaten by the rain.

It lightened vividly, and there followed heavier thunder than before.
She wished to shed tears--tears were choking her, but would not rise and shed themselves; she could only sob, aloud, hysterically.

The words 'Father' and 'Wilfrid' broke from her lips several times.

Was there red-hot metal poured upon her forehead?
It cost her a great effort to rise and walk homewards.