The children had just resolved to stay awake all night to talk about the coming day, when their conversation suddenly ceased and they were both peacefully slumbering.
The conversation ceased. Mrs Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it.
He was walking up and down the dining-room, wishing that his mother would order candles, and allow him to set to work at either reading or writing, and so put a stop to the conversation.
It's always nice to have a plan so that the conversation doesn't kind of just stop, so the conversation has good flow, and so the conversation is enjoyable by both people who are participating.
Mr. Royall drew a heavy breath. " But, then—if he wasn't there, what were you doing there all that time? —Charity, for pity's sake, tell me. I've got to know, to stop their talking" .