upturned lips with the fierce exultation of the conqueror.

Her arms slipped round his neck. She abandoned herself wholly to him.
She gave him worship for worship, passion for passion.

Later, he awoke to the fact that she was drenched from head to foot. He
drew her into his room and shut the window against the driving blast.
She clung to him still.

"Isn't it dreadful?" she said, shuddering. "It's just as if Something
Big is trying to get between us."

He closed the shutter also, and groped for matches. She accompanied him
on his search, for she would not lose touch with him for a moment.

The lamp flared on her white, childish face, showing him wild joy and
horror strangely mingled. Her great eyes laughed up at him.

"Billikins, darling! You aren't very decent, are you? I'm not decent
either, Billikins. I'd like to take off all my clothes and dance on my
head."

He laughed grimly. "You will certainly have to undress--the sooner the
better."

She spread out her hands. "But I've nothing to wear, Billikins, nothing
but what I've got on. I didn't know it was going to rain so. You'll have
to lend me a suit of pyjamas, dear, while I get my things dried. You
see"--she halted a little--"I came away in rather a hurry. I--was
bored."