"Not often anyway.

And I hope I don't behave like a muff even when I am." "I shouldn't think that very likely," he observed.
They put in the horses, and started again across the veldt.

The burning air that blew over the hot earth was like a blast from a furnace.

Over the far hills the clouds hung low and menacing, A mighty storm seemed to be brewing somewhere on the further side of those distant heights.
"It is as if someone had lighted a great fire just out of sight," said Sylvia.

"Is it often like this ?" "Very often," said Burke.
"How wonderful!" she said.
They drove on rapidly, and as they went, the brooding cloud-curtain seemed to advance to meet them, spreading ominously across the sky as if it were indeed the smoke from some immense conflagration.
Sylvia became silent, awed by the spectacle.
All about them the veldt took on a leaden hue.