It was not much better outside.

The clouds had gathered again, and were now hanging thick and low.

From the distance came a rumble of thunder, and the whole night was dull, heavy, and breathless.

Hot anger possessed me: anger against Rolfe for suggesting this thing to me; anger against myself for that unlucky throw; anger, most of all, against the woman who had so cozened me.

In the servants' huts, a hundred yards away, lights were still burning, against rule, for the hour was late.