Not that the doctor phrased his emotions in words.

He was only conscious of a sense of awe and the necessity of silence.
A strange feeling for the doctor! He came from the region of the mind where that which is not spoken does not exist, and now this girl was carrying him swiftly away from hypotheses, doubts, and polysyllabic speech into the world--of what?
The spirit?
The doctor did not know.

He only felt that he was about to step into the unknown, and it held for him the fascination of the suspended action of a statue.

Let it not be thought that he calmly accepted the sheer necessity for silence.

He fought against it, but no words came.
It was evening: the rolling hills about them were already dark; only the heads of the mountains took the day; and now they paused at the top of a rise and the girl pointed across the hollow.