"No, nothing."
"It's all still mystery and darkness."
"Listen to the rain."
"The sky is black."
"What's the time?"
"Almost dinner-time."
"There goes the bell."
"Shall we go downstairs?"
They went down the dark staircase. The wind howled round the house. The old lady was sitting at the window of the conservatory at the back when Constance and Brauws entered.
"It's blowing hard," she said. "There are great branches falling from the trees in the garden."