These were unnoticed by Catharine, who was eager to express her surprize and curiosity at the length of their walk.

As they listened to her, I remarked that their surprize was not less than ours.

They gazed in silence on each other, and on her.

I watched their looks, but could not understand the emotions that were written in them.
These appearances diverted Catharine's inquiries into a new channel.
What did they mean, she asked, by their silence, and by their thus gazing wildly at each other, and at her?
Pleyel profited by this hint, and assuming an air of indifference, framed some trifling excuse, at the same time darting significant glances at Wieland, as if to caution him against disclosing the truth.

My brother said nothing, but delivered himself up to meditation.