She felt herself tongue-tied, and the hot blood rose to her face.

He was not looking at her, but she could not help fancying that he knew her secret embarrassment.

She hung her head and drew her veil down so that it should hide even her mouth.
But her trouble increased with every moment, for each second made it harder to break the silence.

She sought madly for something to say, and she knew that her cheeks were on fire.

Anything would do, no matter what.