'Altogether and forever!' And if the god were envious, he must have seen with mortification how little he could do to mar the happiness of mortals.

I stood in a mere waterspout; she herself was wet, not from my embrace only, but from the splashing of the storm.

The candles had guttered out; we were in darkness.

I could scarce see anything but the shining of her eyes in the dark room.

To her I must have appeared as a silhouette, haloed by rain and the spouting of the ancient Gothic gutter above my head.
Presently we became more calm and confidential; and when that squall, which proved to be the last of the storm, had blown by, fell into a talk of ways and means.