“More sorrow over one kitten brought to destruction than over all the sufferings of men,” he said.
She glanced at him and laughed. He was smiling ironically.
“For the latter, you see,” she replied, “I am not responsible.”
As they neared the top of the hill a few spots of rain fell.
“You know,” said Helena, “if it begins it will continue all night. Look at that!”
She pointed to the great dark reservoir of cloud ahead.
“Had we better go back?” he asked.
“Well, we will go on and find a thick tree; then we can shelter till we see how it turns out. We are not far from the cars here.”
They walked on and on. The raindrops fell more thickly, then thinned away.
“It is exactly a year today,” she said, as they-walked on the round shoulder of the down with an oak-wood on the left hand. “Exactly!”