‘Yes, but the air’s milder. And look at the sky.’
To the east and north the frosty stars pointed their darts; but in the smoky, tumultuous west, black clouds devoured the last of the sun.
Panic seized Judith, and she hated Julian, wanted to strike him.
‘Rot! that doesn’t mean anything,’ said Charlie uneasily.
‘And listen to the wind.’
The wind was in the treetops, full and relentless, and driving the clouds.
‘Oh, shut up!’ said Charlie. ‘Can’t there be a wind without a thaw? And come on, can’t you, or we’ll miss our train.’
‘Good-night then.’
‘G’night, Judith. We’ll look out for you.’
‘I’ll be there.’