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.
La scena era così silenziosa come se tutti i personaggi fossero stati ombre, e quella stanza illuminata dal fuoco pareva un quadro. Il silenzio era così profondo che sentivo la cenere cadere sotto la graticola, tintinnare la pendola e battere insieme i ferri da calza.