He might not know passion, but his heart was aching, perhaps quite as fiercely as her own.

She felt sorry for Mr.Kane, and her step lingered on her way to the house.
'Isn't it a lovely night,' she said, in order to say something.

'Do you like sitting in the dark?
It's very restful, isn't it ?' Franklin saw the alien Miss Buchanan's eyes bent kindly and observantly upon him.
'Yes, it's very restful,' he said.

'It smooths you out and straightens you out when you get crumpled, you know, and impatient.' 'I should not imagine you as ever very impatient,' smiled Helen.
'Perhaps you do sit a great deal in the dark.' He took her whimsical suggestion with careful humour.

'Why, no, it's not a habit of mine; and it's not a recipe that it would be a good thing to overdo, is it ?' 'Why not ?' she asked.
'There are worse things than impatience, aren't there ?' said Franklin.
'Gloominess, for instance.