"It is always raining," she murmured.
"Yes—always," he mechanically repeated. She shuddered and looked in his face.
"Why do you say that?" she asked quickly.
"I do not know," said he, startled and bewildered. "I really do not know. Why, what did I say?"
They both were silent. Then she began again.
"Frank!"
"My darling."
"I will not let you leave me again. Not even for a day. I shall always be in terror for you."
"Let there be an end to everything, my child."
"No, no. Listen. Let us be together for ever. For ever and ever. Let us lie down to sleep—while it is still raining."