We were talking softly out on the balcony. The moon was supposed to rise but there was a mist over the town and it did not come up and in a little while it started to drizzle and we came in. Outside the mist turned to rain and in a little while it was raining hard and we heard it drumming on the roof. I got up and stood at the door to see if it was raining in but it wasn't, so I left the door open.
"Who else did you see?" Catherine asked. "Mr. and Mrs. Meyers."
"They're a strange lot."
"He's supposed to have been in the penitentiary at home. They let him out to die."
"And he lived happily in Milan forever after."
"I don't know how happily."
"Happily enough after jail I should think."
"She's bringing some things here."
"She brings splendid things. Were you her dear boy?"
"One of them."
"You are all her dear boys," Catherine said. "She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain."
"It's raining hard."
"And you'll always love me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"And the rain won't make any difference?"
"No."
"That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain."
"Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily.
"I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain."
"I like it."
