But there was no sound except the sighing of the wind.

The frog by the pool had stopped croaking, and the melancholy cry of the owlet had ceased.
Corbario went softly on, trying the floor of the verandah with his bare feet at each step, lest the boards should creak a little under his weight.

He reached the window door of his own room, and slipped into the darkness without noise.
Kalmon cared little for quail-shooting, and as the carriage was going back to Rome he took advantage of it to reach the city, and took his departure about nine o'clock in the morning.
"By the way, how did you sleep ?" asked Corbario as he shook hands at parting.

"I forgot to ask you." "Soundly, thank you," answered the Professor.
And he drove away, waving his felt hat to his hosts..