It all has been so--hopeless--lately--" "What ?...

Yes, I understand." "Do you ?--my trying to let you alone--trying to think differently--to ignore all that has been said ?" "Yes....

This is no time to bring up such things." Her uneven breathing was perceptible to him as she moved by his side through the darkness, her arm resting on his.
No, this was no time to bring up such things.

They knew it.

And she, who in the confidence of her youth had dared to trust her unknown self, listened now to the startled beating of her heart at the first hint of peril.
"I wish I had not come," she said.
He did not ask her why.
"You are very silent--you have been so for days," she added; then, too late, knew that once more her tongue had betrayed her.