Anger possessed him, but apprehension stirred in his heart.

Sisily had trusted him, she had come back to him, and he had failed her.

That had been at six o'clock, and it was now nine.

Three hours, and there had been a storm.

Where was she?
Had she been out in the storm?
He searched in the cupboard for a lantern, lit it, and made for the door, followed by the dog.