"...Oak was happy in that he was not over happy. He had no wish to converse with her: that his bright lady and himself formed one group, exclusively their own, and containing no others in the world, was enough. So the chatter was all on her side.
There is a loquacity that tells nothing, which was Bathsheba's; and there is a silence which says much: that was Gabriel's."
-Far From the Madding Crowd
