The storm which was coming was already making itself manifest, not only
in the wide scope of nature, but in the hearts and natures of human
beings. Electrical disturbance in the sky and the air is reproduced in
animals of all kinds, and particularly in the highest type of them
all--the most receptive--the most electrical. So it was with Edgar
Caswall, despite his selfish nature and coldness of blood. So it was
with Mimi Salton, despite her unselfish, unchanging devotion for those
she loved. So it was even with Lady Arabella, who, under the instincts
of a primeval serpent, carried the ever-varying wishes and customs of
womanhood, which is always old--and always new.
Edgar, after he had turned his eyes on Mimi, resumed his apathetic
position and sullen silence. Mimi quietly took a seat a little way
apart, whence she could look on the progress of the coming storm and
study its appearance throughout the whole visible circle of the
neighbourhood. She was in brighter and better spirits than she had been
for many days past. Lady Arabella tried to efface herself behind the now
open door.
Without, the clouds grew thicker and blacker as the storm-centre came
closer. As yet the forces, from whose linking the lightning springs,
were held apart, and the silence of nature proclaimed the calm before the
storm. Caswall felt the effect of the gathering electric force. A sort
of wild exultation grew upon him, such as he had sometimes felt just
before the breaking of a tropical storm. As he became conscious of this,
he raised his head and caught sight of Mimi. He was in the grip of an
emotion greater than himself; in the mood in which he was he felt the
need upon him of doing some desperate deed. He was now absolutely
reckless, and as Mimi was associated with him in the memory which drove
him on, he wished that she too should be engaged in this enterprise. He
had no knowledge of the proximity of Lady Arabella, and thought that he
was far removed from all he knew and whose interests he shared--alone
with the wild elements, which were being lashed to fury, and with the
woman who had struggled with him and vanquished him, and on whom he would
shower the full measure of his hate.
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