It was evident that she did not desire to talk.
He looked away from her, glanced at his torn gloves, and tossed them impatiently from him.
For ten minutes neither spoke.

The car ran smoothly on through the night like an inspired chariot of the gods.

There was no sound of wheels.

They seemed to be borne on wings.
For ten minutes the man sat staring stonily before him, rigid as a statue, while the woman lay passive by his side.
But at the end of that ten minutes the speed began to slacken.

They came softly to earth and stopped.
Errol opened the door and alighted.