Even Arnold's good temper began to be a little ruffled by Anne's determination to get rid of him.

He sat down with the air of a man who had made up his mind not to leave the house.
"Do you hear that ?" he asked, as the sound of the thunder died away grandly, and the hard pattering of the rain on the window became audible once more.

"If I ordered horses, do you think they would let me have them, in such weather as this?
And, if they did, do you suppose the horses could face it on the moor?
No, no, Miss Silvester--I am sorry to be in the way, but the train has gone, and the night and the storm have come.

I have no choice but to stay here!" Anne still maintained her own view, but less resolutely than before.
"After what you have told the landlady," she said, "think of the embarrassment, the cruel embarrassment of our position, if you stop at the inn till to-morrow morning!" "Is that all ?" returned Arnold.
Anne looked up at him, quickly and angrily.

No! he was quite unconscious of having said any thing that could offend her.