Gently he slipped in without a word, and knelt down at her side.

She turned, smiled, passed her arm around him, and went on silently with her prayers.

Why not?
They were for him, and he knew it, and prayed also; and his prayers were for her, and for poor lost John Oxenham, and all his vanished crew.
At last she rose, and standing above him, parted the yellow locks from off his brow, and looked long and lovingly into his face.

There was nothing to be spoken, for there was nothing to be concealed between these two souls as clear as glass.

Each knew all which the other meant; each knew that its own thoughts were known.