There is always a breeze here, if there isn't anywhere else." Francis's words were casual, but his voice was unsteady with a tender tone that seemed to overweight it.
Lois seemed to hear only this tone, and not the words.

It was one of the primitive tones that came before any language was made, and related to the first necessities of man.

Suddenly she had ears for that only.

She did not say anything.

Her hands were folded in her lap quietly, but her fingers tingled.
"Lois," Francis began; then he stopped.
Lois did not look up.
"See here, Lois," he went on, "I don't know as there is much use in my saying anything.