"It is coming to an end, I know," she murmured (meaning the world), "but it is a comfort to die in your arms!"
"It will be a greater comfort to live in them," replied Philip, half gaily.
She reproved him, asking, "How could he, at such a time?" and murmured that it was wicked to think of such things (never mentioning what things) in the midst of such terrible goings-on. I doubt if any other two persons in the hotel, speaking so softly; could have heard one another, but these two were lovers, and their lips almost, perhaps quite touched. The storm was raging so furiously, and there was such a din and confusion all around them, wind blowing, thunder thundering, and people shouting, that Mr. Hart had to raise his voice very high when he spoke, so that Philip might hear it.
"Something has occurred," he said; "did you hear the crash?"
Philip nodded that he had heard it.
"It was not all thunder. Mischief has been done; I shall go out and see."
"I will go too," said Philip.
"And leave me?" cried Margaret.
He would have found it difficult to do so, she clung to him so closely.
"No," he answered; "come along with us."