"Come to bed, reverend sir.

Nantauquas, again, good-night, and may you tame your panther!" In the great room of the minister's house I paced up and down; now pausing at the window, to look out upon the fast darkening houses of the town, the ever thickening clouds, and the bending trees; now speaking to my wife, who sat in the chair I had drawn for her before the fire, her hands idle in her lap, her head thrown back against the wood, her face white and still, with wide dark eyes.

We waited for we knew not what, but the light still burned in the Governor's house, and we could not sleep and leave it there.
It grew later and later.

The wind howled down the chimney, and I heaped more wood upon the fire.

The town lay in darkness now; only in the distance burned like an angry star the light in the Governor's house.