Almost unconsciously he resumed his seat, still looking at her, while telling himself with a severe effort that he would look but one instant longer and then turn away.

Ten seconds passed, twenty, half a minute, in total silence.

He was confused, disturbed, and yet wholly unable to shut out her penetrating glance.

His fast ebbing consciousness barely allowed him to wonder whether he was weakened by the strong emotions he had felt in the church, or by the first beginning of some unknown and unexpected malady.
He was utterly weak and unstrung.

He could neither rise from his seat, nor lift his hand, nor close the lids of his eyes.