Now that they had said the things of greatest urgency, present interests became more absorbing.

More immediate things, unspoken, seemed to well up in their timid and vacillating eyes, before escaping in the form of words.
They did not dare to talk like lovers here.

Every minute the cloud of witnesses seemed increasing around them.

The woman with the dogs and the red wig was passing with greater frequency, shortening her turns through the square in order to greet them with a smile of complicity.

The reader of the daily paper was now exchanging views with a friend on a neighboring bench regarding the possibilities of war.