"I can't stand it." It was nine o'clock.

Suddenly he sprang up from beside Kitty Dunham, who was silently working.
"No," said he, "I really can not stand it.

I'll run over to town, and be back by midnight.

I do want to see the old place once more before that long journey," he added, with emphasis, as he put on his coat and hat.

He ran from the room, and was just going out of the house when he heard a muffled voice calling to him from up stairs.
"Why, Kitty, what is it ?" he asked, as he stopped.
There was no answer.