They were reading their own anxious thoughts, and, as they pondered upon the unknown terrors of the morrow, they tightened their mutual embrace.

Their hearts communed with each other, they understood how useless and cruel would be any verbal plaint.

The girl, however, could at last no longer contain herself, and, choking with emotion, she gave expression, in one phrase, to their mutual misgivings.
"You will come back again, won't you ?" she whispered, as she hung on Silvere's neck.
Silvere made no reply, but, half-stifling, and fearing lest he should give way to tears like herself, he kissed her in brotherly fashion on the cheek, at a loss for any other consolation.

Then disengaging themselves they again lapsed into silence.
After a moment Miette shuddered.

Now that she no longer leant against Silvere's shoulder she was becoming icy cold.