Chapter 13: XIII

XIII I The weather forecasts had been in the right; and the few that struggled homewards that night from church fought against a southwest wind that tore, laden with driving rain, up the streets and across the open spaces, till the very lights were dimmed in the tall street lamps and shone only through streaming panes that seemed half opaque with mist and vapor. In Queen’s Gate hardly one lighted window showed that the houses were inhabited. So fierce was the clamor and storm of the broa…