...of quietning

There the silence had deepened about him year by year. Left alone, after his father's accident, to carry the burden of farm and mill, he had no time for convivial loiterings in the village; and when his mother fell ill the loneliness of the house grew more oppressive than that of the fields. His mother had been a talker in her day, but after her "trouble" the sound of her voice was seldom heard, though she had not lost the power of speech. Sometimes, in the long winter evenings, when in desperation her son asked her why she didn't "say something", she would lift a finger and answer:

'Because I'm listening", and on stormy nights, when the loud wind was about the house, she would complain, if he spoke to her: "They're talking so out there that I can't hear you."

[Ethan Frome, Wharton, E.]

- submitted by Pearce, M. A.