Nature does not pay us so evil a trick as to send us two such as he in successive generations." He rose and looked out of the window.

The storm had abated but little.
The roar of the sea and wind was still like thunder in the air.

Black clouds were driven furiously across the sky, torrents of rain and spray beat every now and then upon the window.

He turned back and examined the carriage lamp.
"It is an awful night," I said.

"I cannot offer you a bed unless you will take mine, but I can bring rugs and a pillow to the fire if you will lie there." Then for the only time in my life I saw him hesitate.