"People like you and me have a right to be happy some time in our lives."
"Me?" said Mr. Hutton surprised.
"Poor Henry! Fate hasn't treated either of us very well."
"Oh, well, it might have treated me worse."
"You re being cheerful. That's brave of you. But don't think I can't see behind the mask."
Miss Spence spoke louder and louder as the rain came down more and more heavily. Periodically the thunder cut across her utterances. She talked on, shouting against the noise.
"I have understood you so well and for so long."
A flash revealed her, aimed and intent, leaning towards him. Her eyes were two profound and menacing gun-barrels. The darkness re-engulfed her.
"You were a lonely soul seeking a companion soul. I could sympathise with you in your solitude. Your marriage ..."
The thunder cut short the sentence. Miss Spence's voice became audible once more with the words: