A sort of wild exultation grew upon him, such as he had sometimes felt just before the breaking of a tropical storm.

As he became conscious of this, he raised his head and caught sight of Mimi.

He was in the grip of an emotion greater than himself; in the mood in which he was he felt the need upon him of doing some desperate deed.

He was now absolutely reckless, and as Mimi was associated with him in the memory which drove him on, he wished that she too should be engaged in this enterprise.

He had no knowledge of the proximity of Lady Arabella, and thought that he was far removed from all he knew and whose interests he shared--alone with the wild elements, which were being lashed to fury, and with the woman who had struggled with him and vanquished him, and on whom he would shower the full measure of his hate.
The fact was that Edgar Caswall was, if not mad, close to the border-line.