This scene was as silent as if all the figures had been shadows and the firelit apartment a picture: so hushed was it, I could hear the cinders fall from the grate, the clock tick in its obscure corner; and I even fancied I could distinguish the click-click of the woman's knitting-needles.
Todo transcurría en tan hondo silencio como si aquellos seres fueran sombras y el conjunto un cuadro, hasta el punto de que yo podía percibir el chisporroteo de la lumbre, el tictac del reloj y el choque de las agujas con que la mujer hacía calceta.