Words, sobs, and cries are but air, and air is so shut in and shut out throughout the house in town that sounds need be uttered trumpet-tongued indeed by my Lady in her chamber to carry any faint vibration to Sir Leicester's ears; and yet this cry is in the house, going upward from a wild figure on its knees.

Sobs and cries are only air, and air is so shut in throughout the house in town that no vibration is carried to Sir Leicester's ears; and yet this cry is in the house, going from a wild figure on its knees.
