“The rain?”

“A mile from here it is snow; and before we could reach the Summit with these horses the road would be impassable.”

He made a slight gesture to himself, as if accepting an inevitable defeat, and turned to his companion, who was slowly reviving under the active ministration of the two women.  The wounded man looked around with a weak smile.  “This is one way of going off,” he said faintly, “but I could do this sort of thing as well on the road.”

“You can do nothing now,” said his friend, decidedly.  “Before we get to the Gate the road will be impassable for our horses.”

“For any horses?” asked Kate.

“For any horses.  For any man or beast I might say.  Where we cannot get out, no one can get in,” he added, as if answering her thoughts.  “I am afraid that you won’t see your brother to-morrow morning.  But I’ll reconnoitre as soon as I can do so without torturing him,” he said, looking anxiously at the helpless man; “he’s got about his share of pain, I reckon, and the first thing is to get him easier.”  It was the longest speech he had made to her; it was the first time he had fairly looked her in the face.  His shy restlessness had suddenly given way to dogged resignation, less abstracted, but scarcely more flattering to his entertainers.  Lifting his companion gently in his arms, as if he had been a child, he reascended the staircase, Mrs. Scott and the hastily-summoned Molly following with overflowing solicitude.  As soon as they were alone in the parlor Mrs. Hale turned to her sister:  “Only that our guests seemed to be as anxious to go just now as you were to pack them off, I should have been shocked at your inhospitality.  What has come over you, Kate?  These are the very people you have reproached me so often with not being civil enough to.”

“But who are they?”

“How do I know?  There is your brother’s letter.”

She usually spoke of her husband as “John.”  This slight shifting of relationship and responsibility to the feminine mind was significant.  Kate was a little frightened and remorseful.

“I only meant you don’t even know their names.”

“That wasn’t necessary for giving them a bed and bandages.  Do you suppose the good Samaritan ever asked the wounded Jew’s name, and that the Levite did not excuse himself because the thieves had taken the poor man’s card-case?  Do the directions, ‘In case of accident,’ in your ambulance rules, read, ’First lay the sufferer on his back and inquire his name and family connections’?  Besides, you can call one ‘Ned’ and the other ‘George,’ if you like.”

“Oh, you know what I mean,” said Kate, irrelevantly.  “Which is George?”

“George is the wounded man,” said Mrs. Hale; “Not the one who talked to you more than he did to any one else.  I suppose the poor man was frightened and read dismissal in your eyes.”