So help might come any day, or it might be long deferred.
He could not pierce the future, and it was useless to vex his soul with questionings as to what might happen next week.

The great certainty of the hour was Iris--the blue-eyed, smiling divinity who had come into his life--waiting for him down there beyond the trees, waiting to welcome him with a sweet-voiced greeting; and he knew, with a fierce devouring joy, that her cheek would not pale nor her lip tremble when he announced that at least another sun must set before the expected relief reached them.
He replaced the glasses in their case and dived into the wood, giving a passing thought to the fact that the wind, after blowing steadily from the south for nearly a week, had veered round to the north-east during the night.

Did the change portend a storm?
Well, they were now prepared for all such eventualities, and he had not forgotten that they possessed, among other treasures, a box of books for rainy days.

And a rainy day with Iris for company! What gale that ever blew could offer such compensation for enforced idleness?
The morning sped in uneventful work.

Iris did not neglect her cherished pitcher-plant.