time, now, for all we cared; and the storms held no terror for us. Not only were we sure of being dry and warm and sheltered from the wind, but we had the softest and most luxurious mattresses that could be made from moss. This had been Mauds idea, and she had herself jealously gathered all the moss. This was to be my first night on the mattress, and I knew I should sleep the sweeter because she had made it.
As she rose to go she turned to me with the whimsical way she had, and said:
Something is going to happen - is happening, for that matter. I feel it. Something is coming here, to us. It is coming now. I dont know what, but it is coming.
Good or bad? I asked.
She shook her head. I dont know, but it is there, somewhere.
She pointed in the direction of the sea and wind.
Its a lee shore, I laughed, and I am sure Id rather be here than arriving, a night like this.
You are not frightened? I asked, as I stepped to open the door for her.
Her eyes looked bravely into mine.
And you feel well? perfectly well?
Never better, was her answer.
We talked a little longer before she went.
Good-night, Maud, I said.
Good-night, Humphrey, she said.
This use of our given names had come about quite as a matter of course, and was as unpremeditated as it was natural. In that moment I could have put my arms around her and drawn her to me. I should certainly have done so out in that world to which we belonged. As it was, the situation stopped there in the only way it could; but I was left alone in my little but, glowing warmly through and through with a pleasant satisfaction; and I knew that a tie, or a tacit something, existed between us which had not existed before.
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