He was none too confident of the San Reve; of late she had been too silent, too sad, too much wrapped in thought.

And this was the night of nights upon which Storri must be sure.

In favor of his own security, Storri must know to a verity both the temper and the whereabouts of the San Reve.
Five minutes before Storri reached Grant Place, the rain fell in a deluge.

The San Reve, more fortunately swift, was home in advance of the rain and came in bone-dry.

When Storri arrived, his garments streaming water, she wore the look of one who had not been out of the house for an afternoon.