It was the faintest possible sound of wheels.

It would hardly have been heard at all but for some newly broken stones over which it passed.
Then, without coming nearer, it stopped.
Charles listened intently.

The wind had dropped down dead at last, and in the stillness he felt as if he could have heard a mouse stir miles away.

But all was quiet.

There was no sound but the tremulous whisper of the ivy.