And now I must go; it would never do to be found here by these grand people--Captain and Miss Danton." His wet overcoat hung on a chair; he put it on while walking to the door, with Grace by his side.
"When shall I see you again, Frank ?" "To-morrow.

I want to have a look at our English beauty.

By Jove! it knows how to rain in Canada." The cold November blast swept in as Grace opened the front door, and the rain fell in a downpour.

In the black darkness Grace could just discern a white horse fastened to a tree.
"That is ominous, Grace," said her brother.

"Captain Danton and his daughter come heralded by wind and tempest.