Please put on your coat and let us hurry!" I obeyed her, and away we went again, the rain now coming down hard and fast.

For some minutes she did not say anything; but I did not wonder at this, for circumstances were not favorable to conversation.
But presently, in spite of the rain and our haste, she spoke: "It must seem dreadfully ungrateful and hard-hearted in me to say to you, after all you have done for me, that you must go on in the rain.
Anybody would think that I ought to ask you to come into our house and wait until the storm is over.

But, really, I do not see how I can do it." I urged her not for a moment to think of me.

I was hardy, and did not mind rain, and when I was mounted upon my wheel the exercise would keep me warm enough until I reached a place of shelter.
"I do not like it," she said.

"It is cruel and inhuman, and nothing you can say will make it any better.