I suppose Mr.Meeks didn't have any umbrella to lend.

Old bachelors never do have anything." Henry sat down quietly in his allotted chair.

He said nothing.

It was only when the storm had abated, when there was a clear streak of gold low in the west, and all the wet leaves in the yard gave out green and silver lights, when Sylvia had gone out in the kitchen to get supper and Rose had followed her, that the two men looked at each other.
"Does she know ?" whispered Horace.
"If she does know, and has taken a notion never to let anybody know she knows, she never will," replied Henry.
"You mean that she will never mention it even to you ?" Henry nodded.

He looked relieved and scared.