Supper was served. Milady felt she had need of strength; she did not know what might happen during that night, which approached menacingly, for big clouds were rolling across the sky, and distant lightning heralded a storm. The storm broke towards ten o’clock in the evening. Milady felt consoled to see nature share the disorder of her heart. Thunder rumbled in the air like the anger in her mind; it seemed that the squall, in passing, disheveled her hair as it did the trees whose branches it bent, stripping away their leaves; she howled like the storm, and her voice was lost in the great voice
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