Beatrice was sitting upright in her place, her head turned a little away from him.

He felt that she was expecting him to speak--that there were inevitable words which he should say.

His silence was a confession.

He would have lied but the seal was upon his lips.

So the moment passed, and Tavernake had taken another step forward towards his destiny! ...
As he helped her out of the cab, her fingers tightened for a moment upon his hand.