The blue, opalescent glare from the Gaiety dome still shone.

The curving lights which spanned the bridges and fringed the Embankment still glittered.

The air, even here, high up as they were on the seventh story of the building, seemed heavy and lifeless.
"There is a storm coming," she said.

"I have felt it for days." She stood looking out, pale, her large eyes strained as though seeking to read something which eluded her in the clouds or the shadows which hung over the city.

She had rather the air of a frightened but eager child.
She rested her fingers upon his arm, not exactly affectionately, but as though she felt the need of some protection.
"Do you know," she whispered, "the feeling of this storm has been in my heart for days.