"I shall be delighted to see you safe." "There is not the least occasion for that, thank you," answered Letty.
"I have an old servant of my aunt's with me--somewhere about the place.
The storm is quite over now: I will go and find her." Tom made no objection, but helped her down the dark stair, hoping, however, the servant might not be found.
As they went, Letty seemed to herself to be walking in some old dream of change and desertion.

The tower was empty as a monument, not a trace of the crowd left, which a few minutes before had thronged it.

The wind had risen in earnest now, and was rushing about, like a cold wild ghost, through every cranny of the desolate place.

Had Letty, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, found herself on the rocks of the seashore, with the waves dashing up against them, she would only have said to herself, "I knew I was in a dream!" But the wind having blown away the hail-cloud, the stars were again shining down into the hall.
One or two forlorn-looking searchers were still there; the rest had scattered like the gnats.

A few were already at home; some were harnessing their horses to go, nor would wait for the man in the moon to light his lantern; some were already trudging on foot through the dark.