"Did she so ?" Infinite kindness was in it.
The young man assented with an awkward gesture, half-bend, half-nod, and neither for a moment spoke again.

It was one of those silences with a character, conscious, tentative.

Half-veiled, disavowed thoughts rose up in it, awakened by Advena's name, turning away their heads.

The ticking of the Doctor's old-fashioned watch came through it from his waistcoat pocket.

It was he who spoke first.
"I christened Advena Murchison," he said.