There was a horrible pause, both of us standing there close to one another in the sudden blackness.

I could hear his fast nervous breathing.

I was myself unstrung I suppose, because I remember that I was dreadfully afraid lest Trenchard should do something to me, there, as we stood.
I felt his hand groping on my clothes.

But he was only feeling his way.

I heard his steps, creeping, stumbling down the passage.