Her respiration was quick and feeble.
Mutimer's name was not mentioned by either again that night, by one of them never again.

Such silence was his punishment.
Kate entered the room a little before midnight.

She saw one of Jane's hands raised to impose silence.

Emma, still sitting by the bedside, slept; her head rested on the pillows.

The sick had become the watcher.
'She'd better go to bed,' Kate whispered.