Lorrimer looked round him
desperately, and pushed his hat back from his forehead. Ideala smiled.
It was so like him to forget he had it on.
Outside a heavy thundercloud gathered and darkened the room. Presently
big drops of rain splashed against the window, and it began to lighten.
Long claps of thunder rolled and muttered incessantly away in the
distance, and every now and then one would burst directly above them,
as it seemed, with splendid effect.
Lorrimer looked up at the window straight before him, and played with a
pen; and Ideala, half turning her back to him, sat silent also,
watching the storm.
There were some high houses opposite of which only the upper storeys
were visible. Two children were playing in a dangerous position at an
open window in one of them. Above the houses a strip of sky, heavy and
dark and changeful, was all that showed. Ideala felt cold and faint.
The long fast and fatigue were beginning to tell upon her. She was
nervous, too; the silence was oppressive, but she could not break it.
She felt some inexplicable change in her relations with Lorrimer which
made it impossible to speak.
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