She felt as though its stertorous breaths were fanning across her cheeks and she lay there parched under them.
"What's that ?" exclaimed Sally under her breath when she had finished her relation.
"What's what ?" "That noise." They both listened, breaths held waiting between their lips, their heads raised strainingly from their pillows.
On the other side of the wall was Mr.Arthur's room, and from their beds they heard muffled sounds as of a person speaking.

They waited to hear the other voice in reply.

There was none.

He must be speaking to himself.

Sometimes the voice would stop.