human
Oh what a dreadful night! said the lady, leaning forward in her chair and listening to the wild wail of the storm, while a look of anxiety, mingled with dread, swept across her face.
gpt
If Archie were only at home!
human
Don't trouble yourself about Archie. He'll be here soon. You are not yourself to-night, Fanny.
gpt
Perhaps not; but I can't help it. I feel such an awful weight here;
human
All nervous, said her husband.
gpt
Come! You must go to bed.
human
It will be of no use, Wilmer, returned the lady.
gpt
I will be worse in bed than sitting up. You don't know what a strange feeling has come over me. Oh, Archie, if you were only at home! Hark! What was that?
human
Only the wind, answered her husband, betraying some impatience.
gpt
A thousand strange sounds are on the air in a night like this. You must compose yourself, Fanny, or the worst consequences may follow.
human
It's impossible, husband. I cannot rest until I have my son safe and sound at home again. Dear, dear boy!