It was a windy, rainy day, with gleams of sunshine, but more of cloud and shower, and grew more and more stormy as it drew towards night.

Before he reached Chester the wind had risen to a storm, and sheets of rain were being dashed fiercely against the carriage windows.

At last they did roll into the station with as much noise and importance as if delay had been a thing undreamt of, on _that_ line at any rate; and Maurice hurried off to make his inquiries, and find a carriage to take him to Mr.Wynter's.
So far, certainly, he prospered.

He found that his destination was between four and five miles from the city, but it was perfectly well known, and a carriage was soon ready to take him on.
The road seemed very long, as an unknown road travelled in darkness and in haste generally does.

The wind howled, and rattled the carriage windows, the rain still dashed against the glass with every gust, and at times the horses seemed scarcely able to keep on through the storm.