What was this accidental touch which had evoked the strange accent of her voice?
He dared not answer that question.

But he had to answer the question of what was to be done now.

Had the moment of confession come?
The thought was enough to make one's blood run cold.
It was as if those people had a premonition of something.

In the taciturn days of the passage he had noticed their reserve even amongst themselves.

The professor smoked his pipe moodily in retired spots.
Renouard had caught Miss Moorsom's eyes resting on himself more than once, with a peculiar and grave expression.