The silence of the great audience was so intense that the buzzing of flies circling around and around near the ceiling could be heard, while the people all leaned forward as with one emotion, their eyes on the principals before them, straining to hear, vivid, intent.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
For some time the room was empty and silent, save for the buzzing of the captured flies and the hum of the overhead propeller.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
The maid still stood before him, waiting for his orders, but he seemed to have forgotten the presence of any one in the room but himself, leant his head against the wall, and closed his eyes; so deep silence once more reigned in the hot dark room, only interrupted by the buzzing of the flies, and the listless sighs of the maid.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse