I complied.

The wind moaned fearfully in the chimney, and the light burned dimly.

I shuddered in spite of myself.

"Ah, you tremble, girl!" "It is a fearful night." "Fearful! Call you this fearful, ha! ha! ha! Look! you wretched little atom, look!" and he dashed forward, and, leaping out of the window, stood like a statue in the pelting storm, with folded arms.

He did not stay long, but in a few minutes returned by way of the hall chimney.