The laughter at Wogan's awkwardness had long since died away, and they walked in silence.
Forty-eight hours had passed since the berlin left Innspruck.
Twenty-four hours ago Clementina knew Wogan's secret.

Now he was aware that she knew it.

They could not look into each other's faces, but their eyes conversed of it.

If they turned their heads sharply away, that aversion of their gaze spoke no less clearly.

There was a link between them now, and a secret link, the sweeter on that account, perhaps,--certainly the more dangerous.