The darkness kept him from perceiving how the day went, and the rapidly increasing roar of the wind made the diminishing sound of the tide’s retreat less noticeable. He thought afterwards that perhaps he had fallen asleep; anyhow, when at length he looked out, the waves were gone from the rock, and the darkness was broken only by the distant gleam of their white defeat. The wind was blowing a hurricane, and even for his practised foot, it was not easy to surmount the high, abrupt spines he must cross to regain the shore. It was so dark that he could see nothing of the castle, though it was but a few yards from him; and he resolved therefore, the path along the top of the cliffs being unsafe, to make his way across the fields, and return by the high road. The consequence was, that, what with fences and ditches, the violence of the wind, and uncertainty about his direction, it was so long before he felt the hard road under his feet that with good reason he feared the house would be closed for the night ere he reached it. CHAPTER LV. THE SAME NIGHT. When he came within sight of it, however, he perceived, by the hurried movement of lights, that instead of being folded in silence, the house was in unwonted commotion. As he hastened to the south door, the prince of the power of the air himself seemed to resist his entrance, so fiercely did the wind, eddying round the building, dispute every step he made towards it; and when at length he reached and opened it, a blast, rushing up the glen straight from the sea, burst wide the opposite one, and roared through the hall like a torrent. Lady Florimel, flitting across it at the moment, was almost blown down, and shrieked aloud for help. Malcolm was already at the north door, exerting all his strength to close it, when she spied him, and, bounding to him, with white face and dilated eyes, exclaimed-- “Oh Malcolm! what a time you have been!” “What’s wrang, my leddy?” cried Malcolm with respondent terror. “Don’t you hear it?” she answered. “The wind is blowing the house down. There’s just been a terrible fall, and every moment I hear it going. If my father were only come! We shall be all blown into the burn.” “Nae fear o’ that, my leddy!” returned Malcolm. “The wa’s o’ the auld carcass are ’maist live rock, an’ ’ill stan’ the warst win’ ’at ever blew--this side o’ the tropics, ony gait. Gien ’t war ance to get its nose in, I wadna say but it micht tirr (_strip_) the rufe, but it winna blaw ’s intill the burn, my leddy. I’ll jist gang and see what’s the mischeef.” He was moving away, but Lady Florimel stopped him. “No, no, Malcolm!” she said. “It’s very silly of me, I dare say; but I’ve been so frightened. They’re such a set of geese--Mrs Courthope, and the butler, and all of them! Don’t leave me, please.” “I _maun_ gang and see what’s amiss, my leddy,” answered Malcolm; “but ye can come wi’ me gien ye like. What’s fa’en, div ye think?”