That was why the Elevated went tumpitum-tump! tumpitum-tump! She would tell Cutty.
The drums of fear.
He over there and she here, in darkness; both of them waiting for something to happen; and the invisible drumsticks beating the tattoo of fear.

If he were in her thoughts might not she be a little in his?
She stood up.

She would do it.

Convention in a moment like this was nonsense.

Hadn't he kept his side of the line scrupulously?
Nonchalance.