He was walking fast, his face looked stern and troubled.
He stopped suddenly on seeing me; it was not often of late that we had spoken to each other.

He had not looked with favour on my new friends, who on their side had made fun of him (though I had noticed the day of the wedding that Odette had been very ready to dance with him whenever he had asked her), and I had said to my silly self that he was jealous.

So just now I would have passed him, but he stopped me.
"'It is going to thunder, Marie,' he said.

'We shall have a terrible storm.

I came to meet thee, to tell thee to shelter at our house; I told thy mother I would do so.