“Why should I not?” returned Marguerite, smilingly.
“Because it will make you melancholy, this bleak and dreary scene.”
“No, indeed, it will not. It is a grand scene. Come, look out and see.”
“Thank you, love; I have had enough of it for one evening; and I rather wonder at your taste for it.”
“Ah! it suits me—it suits me, this savage coast and weather! Rave on, winds! thunder on, sea! my heart beats time to the fierce music of your voices. ‘Deep calleth unto deep’—deep soul to deep sea!”
“Marguerite!”
“Well?”
“What is the matter with you?”
“Nothing: only I like this howling chaos of wind and water!”
“You are in one of your dark moods.”