The other man, Nahum Beals, was very young.

He seated himself next to Joseph, and the two side by side looked with gloomy significance at Andrew and Fanny.

Then Joseph Atkins burst out suddenly in a rattling volley of coughs.
"You hadn't ought to come out such a night as this, I'm afraid, Mr.
Atkins," said Fanny.
"He's been out jest as bad weather as this all winter," said the young man, Nahum Beals, in an unexpectedly deep voice.

"The workers of this world can't afford to take no account of weather.

It's for the rich folks to look out betwixt their lace curtains and see if it looks lowery, so they sha'n't git their gold harnesses and their shiny carriages, an' their silks an' velvets an' ostrich feathers wet.