He was alone in the street at midnight, blocks away from his residence, a fierce storm raging in the air, the cold intense, and his wife apparently insensible in his arms.

If anything could free his brain from its illusions, cause enough was here.

He shouted aloud for help, but there came no answer on the wild careering winds.

Another carriage went by, moving in ghostly silence, but his call to the driver was unheeded, as before.
Feeling the chill of the intensely cold air going deeper and deeper, and conscious of the helplessness of their situation unless she used the strength that yet remained, Mrs.Abercrombie showed symptoms of returning life and power of action.

Perceiving this, the general drew an arm around her for support and made a motion to go on again, to which she responded by moving forward, but with slow and not very steady steps.