They did not feel the necessity of making conversation.

There was no constraint in their silence now.
Gently, and a little at a time, Condy turned his head and looked at Blix.

There was just light enough to see.

She was leaning back in her chair, her hands fallen into her lap, her head back and a little to one side.

As usual, she was in black; but now it was some sort of dinner-gown that left her arms and neck bare.