It just continues with every heart-beat, every breath, every word, every silence--" "Mr.Hamil!" "Yes ?" "That _does_ sound like it--a little; and you must stop!" "Of course I'll stop saying things, but _that_ doesn't stop with my silence.

It simply goes on and on increasing every--" "Try silence," she said.
Motionless, shoulder to shoulder, the pulsing moments passed.

Every muscle tense, she sat there for a while, fearful that he could hear her heart beating.

Her palm, doubled in his, seemed to burn.

Then little by little a subtle relaxation stole over her; dreamy-eyed she sank back and looked into the darkness.