The old man entered the house, shut the door, and blew out the lantern.
"Now, what is it she reminds me of ?" he said aloud as he groped his way down the passage to the sitting-room.

"Ah, I know, that night when she first came here out of the rain leading Bessie by the hand.

What can the girl have been thinking of, not to see the thunder coming up?
She ought to know the signs of the weather here by now.

Dreaming, I suppose, dreaming.

She's an odd woman, Jess, very." Perhaps he did not quite know how accurate his guess was, and how true the conclusion he drew from it.
Certainly she had been dreaming, and she was an odd woman.
Meanwhile Jess was rapidly changing her clothes and removing the traces of her struggle with the elements.