"I've never known old Donald to come in out of a rain, unless it was cold.

He was tying up the horses when I ran in here with you." He believed she was shivering, yet he knew she was not cold.

In the half gloom of the tent he wanted to reach over and take her hand.
For a few minutes longer there was no break in the steady downpour and the crashing of the thunder.

Then, as suddenly as the storm had broken, it began to subside.

Aldous rose and flung back the tent-flap.
"It is almost over," he said.