A timid hand was laid on his arm: Kate was by his side.
"David!"
"I was listening to the brook," he said.
For a while they both stood quiet in the gloom of the porch.
"What do you hear in it?" he asked.
"I dare not tell you. What do you?"
"I hear all my days to come flowing down and down with a sound of tears."
"David!" she said, her voice breaking on the name.
He had often noticed the wonderful clearness of her eyes, and they shone very softly on him now. He drew her towards him in the gloom of the porch.
"Kitty!" he whispered, "tell me that it isn't true! Tell me I have been dreaming! I will believe you. I must believe you. For if I lose faith in you, I lose faith in everything. You have been the light of my life, making the world real. If that dies out, I live in the dark, always."