'It
must be so, Mr Longstaff.'
'Must it?'
'That and no more. Now I wish to go down. Will you come with me?
It will be better. Don't you think it is going to rain?'
Dolly looked up at the clouds. 'I wish it would with all my
heart.'
'I know you are not so ill-natured. It would spoil it all.'
'You have spoiled all.'
'No, no. I have spoiled nothing. It will only be a little dream
about "that strange American girl, who really did make me feel
queer for half an hour". Look at that. A great big drop--and the
cloud has come over us as black as Erebus. Do hurry down.' He was
leading the way. 'What shall we do for carriages to get us to the
inn?'
'There's the summer-house.'
'It will hold about half of us. And think what it will be to be in
there waiting till the rain shall be over! Everybody has been so
good-humoured and now they will be so cross!'
The rain was falling in big heavy drops, slow and far between, but
almost black with their size. And the heaviness of the cloud which
had gathered over them made everything black.
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