One could never tell which way fortune might come! He found her waiting in the darkness.

Her long arms were wound for a moment around his neck, a sudden passion shook her.
"Arnold--dear Arnold," she sobbed, "you are going into the storm--and I want to go! I want to go, too! My hands are cold, and my heart.

Take me with you, dear!" He was a little startled.

It was not often that she was hysterical.
He looked down into her convulsed face.

She choked for a moment, and then, although it was not altogether a successful effort, she laughed.
"Don't mind me," she begged.