During this walk, Pleyel renewed the subject that was nearest his heart.

He re-urged all his former arguments, and placed them in more forcible lights.
They promised to return shortly; but hour after hour passed, and they made not their appearance.

Engaged in sprightly conversation, it was not till the clock struck twelve that we were reminded of the lapse of time.
The absence of our friends excited some uneasy apprehensions.

We were expressing our fears, and comparing our conjectures as to what might be the cause, when they entered together.

There were indications in their countenances that struck me mute.