"I didn't know you were coming. What are you coming for?"
"What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it."
All the awfulness of the storm seemed to her more splendid now. He had said what her soul longed to hear, though she feared it with her reason.
She made no answer, and in her face he saw conflict. He had spoken courteously, deferentially, yet so firmly, so stubbornly, that for a long while she could make no answer.