When she rose to a realization of life again she was lying upon Lizzie's bed and the storm had broken over the house. Lizzie was holding her hand; the thunder roared. Coming with stealthy steps closer and closer, sometimes to creep stealthily away again, sometimes to break, with crashing splendour, upon their very heads.
The lightning flung Lizzie's bedroom into pale brilliance and was gone; Life leapt into vision, then surrendered to the candle flare, then leapt again.
Rachel smiled faintly. She felt around her and about her a great peace. She knew that all her terror had departed; her one thought now was to return to Roddy and tell him everything.
She sat up. "How silly of me to faint. It's a thing I've never done in my life. How did you get me here?"
"The maid and I carried you in. It's better for you in here."
"I think I'll go now, Lizzie dear."
"Wait a little while."
They stayed in silence. Then they heard the rain that lashed the windows.
"Isn't the rain terrific?... Oh! Lizzie, it's all gone, all the terror, all that awful fright." She added solemnly, "I don't believe I'll ever feel like that again. It'll never come back—I'm sure of it."
Rachel sat silently for a moment, then turned and buried her head in Lizzie's dress.