Karen found herself gazing at him overly long, having a similar thought process as him. She felt guilty for the attraction she felt, yet compelled to stay close to the man. She briefly gazed at Clover as he went to pick out a clock to show her, but her eyes were soon drawn again to Frederic's face. What would it be like to be loved again? Would Harold have wanted her to wear the black of her widow's weeds forever? Would he want her lonely? So many thoughts warred with each other as she regarded Fred with a soft look. "How long have ye been clockmaking?" she asked gently, not feigning interest in the subject but using it as an excuse to end the deafening silence that lay between them.