Not a word more, nor a look, passed between them.
Then rising, without noise, she passed behind him and went out.
Hilary had a feeling in his mouth as though he had been chewing ashes.
And a phrase--as phrases sometimes fill the spirit of a man without rhyme or reason--kept forming on his lips: "The house of harmony!" Presently he went to her door, and stood there listening.

He could hear no sound whatever.

If she had been crying if she had been laughing--it would have been better than this silence.

He put his hands up to his ears and ran down-stairs..