(_Just at this dangerous crisis a low rumbling is heard, distant andthen near. Impossible to tell whether it comes from the horizon, orarises in the home itself. All three lose interest in the quarrel_.

T0BY-D0G _and_ KIKI-THE-DEMURE _slink away, as if responding to asignal, and seek shelter, one under the bookcase and the other under anarmchair_. SHE _turns anxiously to the leaden-hued garden, and the greatviolet bank of cloud, which of a sudden is riven by a blinding streak ofblack fire_.)

SHE, T0BY-D0G, KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_all together_)

0h!