Mr.Buckton was a long time with him, and her attention was soon demanded by other visitors; so that nothing passed between them but the fulness of their silence.

The look she took from him was his greeting, and the other one a simple sign of the eyes sent her before going out.

The only token they exchanged therefore was his tacit assent to her wish that since they couldn't attempt a certain frankness they should attempt nothing at all.

This was her intense preference; she could be as still and cold as any one when that was the sole solution.
Yet more than any contact hitherto achieved these counted instants struck her as marking a step: they were built so--just in the mere flash--on the recognition of his now definitely knowing what it was she would do for him.

The "anything, anything" she had uttered in the Park went to and fro between them and under the poked-out china that interposed.