That night, the thunder roared and the lightning played with tropical
fierceness round the tall hilltops away in the direction of the Vaudoux
temple. The rain came down in fearful sheets, and the torrents roared
and foamed in cataracts, and tore away great gaps in the rough paths on
the steep hill-sides. But at eight o'clock in the morning Cesarine
returned, drenched with wet, and with a strange frown upon her haughty
forehead.