'I'm sorry to leave,' said Mildred, 'but I cannot stay after what happened last night. Oh, dear!' she exclaimed, 'my hat nearly went that time. I'm afraid I shall have a rough drive.' 'You will indeed. You'd better stay,' said Elsie. 'I cannot. It would be impossible for me to see him again.' 'But what did he say to offend you?' 'It wasn't what he said, it was what he did.' 'What did he do?' 'He came into my room last night.' 'Did he! were you in bed?' 'Yes; I was in bed reading. I was awfully frightened. I never saw a man in such a state. I think he was mad.' 'What did you do?' 'I tried to calm him. I felt that I must not lose my presence of mind. I spoke to him gently. I appealed to his honour, and at last I persuaded him to go.' 'What did you say?' 'I at last persuaded him to go.' 'We can't talk in this wind,' screamed Elsie, 'we'd better go back.' 'We shall be killed,' cried Cissy starting back in alarm, for a young pine had crashed across the road not very far from where they were standing, and the girls could hear the wind trumpeting, careering, springing forward; it rushed, leaped, it paused, and the whole forest echoed its wrath. When the first strength of the blast seemed ebbing, the girls looked round for shelter. They felt if they remained where they were, holding on to roots and grasses, that they would be carried away. 'Those rocks,' cried Cissy. 'We shan't get there in time, the trees will fall,' cried Elsie. 'Not a minute to lose,' said Mildred. 'Come!' And the girls ran through the swaying trees at the peril of their lives. And, as they ran, the earth gave forth a rumbling sound and was lifted beneath their feet. It seemed as if subterranean had joined with aerial forces, for the crumbling sound they had heard as they ran through the scattered pines increased; it was the roots giving way; and the pines bent, wavered, and fell this way and that. But about the rocks, where the girls crouched the trees grew so thickly that the wind could not destroy them singly; so it had taken the wood in violent and passionate grasp, and was striving to beat it down. But under the rocks all was quiet, the storm was above in the branches, and, hearing almost human cries, the girls looked up and saw great branches interlocked like serpents in the writhe of battle. In half an hour the storm had blown itself out. But a loud wind shook through the stripped and broken forest; lament was in all the branches, the wind forced them upwards and they gesticulated their despair. The leaves rose and sank like cries of woe adown the raw air, and the roadway was littered with ruin. The whirl of the wind still continued and the frightened girls dreaded lest the storm should return, overtaking them as they passed through the avenue. The avenue was nearly impassable with fallen trees, and Elsie said: 'You'll not be able to go to Fontainebleau to-day.' 'Then I shall go to Melun.'