See how white the stars are." For a long time neither Hilda nor Bartley spoke.

They stood close together, looking out into the wan, watery sky, breathing always more quickly and lightly, and it seemed as if all the clocks in the world had stopped.

Suddenly he moved the clenched hand he held behind him and dropped it violently at his side.

He felt a tremor run through the slender yellow figure in front of him.
She caught his handkerchief from her throat and thrust it at him without turning round.

"Here, take it.