The trying scene with him had withered them, they did not speak of it; each had to the other the look of a vessel that has come out of a gale.

Would they sleep?
They scarcely dared ask it of themselves.

They had done rightly; silence upon that reflection seemed best.

It was the silence of an inward agitation; still they knew the power of good consciences to summon sleep.
Tasso was usually timed for five minutes.

They were astonished to discover by the clock, that they had given him ten.