They did not say much.

There was little need for talk between two who understood each other so thoroughly.

While they dawdled, half-way round the lake from their hotel, the sun dropped behind the hills and left them in shadow.

It was time for them to go home.
As they went along leisurely, Nelly's face, uplifted towards the sky, seemed to have caught an illumination from it.

It was the eve of the Great Sacrifice.