I nodded, and he went on.
"I don't quite see the drift of it, but you people are all so
good and kind, and have been working so earnestly and so
energetically, that all I can do is to accept your ideas blindfold
and try to help you. I have had one lesson already in accepting
facts that should make a man humble to the last hour of his life.
Besides, I know you loved my Lucy … "
Here he turned away and covered his face with his hands. I could
hear the tears in his voice. Mr. Morris, with instinctive delicacy,
just laid a hand for a moment on his shoulder, and then walked
quietly out of the room. I suppose there is something in a woman's
nature that makes a man free to break down before her and express
his feelings on the tender or emotional side without feeling it
derogatory to
