"Yes," he answered, though his lip trembled a little as he said it; "it is hard, but it is not more than a man can bear."
He rose as he spoke.
"Where are you going?" asked Kate, detaining him.
"Out; do not be uneasy about me, Kate."
"But it is pouring fast."
"Never mind."
His lips touched her brow—he left the room—we heard the street-door close upon him, and in the silence which followed, the low, rushing sound of the rain.
"Poor fellow! poor fellow!" sadly said Kate, and, looking at one another, we began to cry.