It was already almost twilight.
"How short the days are!" exclaimed Unorna, rather suddenly.
"How long, even at their shortest!" replied her companion.
"They might be short--if you would." He did not answer her, though he glanced quickly at her face.

She was looking down at the pavement before her, as though picking her way, for there were patches of ice upon the stones.

She seemed very quiet.

He could not guess that her heart was beating violently, and that she found it hard to say six words in a natural tone.
So far as he himself was concerned he was in no humour for talking.

He had seen almost everything in the world, and had read or heard almost everything that mankind had to say.