"We'll do lots on our wedding tour."
"I seemed to myself to be another person that day."
"You were splendidly courageous."
"Oh, I don't think that. It just had to be done."
Rumbling thunder again and again made itself heard. By this time several storms were in progress, at varying distances. They ceased talking, to watch the strife of elements.
A flash far away to the right; a zigzag line to the left; a brilliant illumination from behind; an electric thrill to the fore. A low peal from the front; a deep mutter from one side; a clattering roll from the other side. This went on continuously. It was as if the mountains were holding solemn converse in a language not understanded of the common people,—murmuring one to another of the things of eternity, disregarding the little human pigmies planted in their midst.
The circle of storms drew no nearer. It was an evening discussion of Nature's forces; an adjustment of differences.
Then, as the two walked soberly downhill, Doris caught herself wondering—"What next?"