She had been spouting and sputtering what she called her righteous indignation for some minutes, when after a brief pause and with the angry expression still on her face she exclaimed: "Well, I don't care, it's all peace within." I doubt if my masked lady would ever have declared to herself or to any one else that "it was all peace within." The angry woman was--without doubt--the deeper hypocrite, but the masked woman had become rigid in her hypocrisy.

I do not know which was the weaker of the two, probably the one who was deceiving herself.
But to return to those drawn, strained lines we see on the people about us.

They do not come from hard work or deep thought.

They come from unnecessary contractions about the work.

If we use our wills consistently and steadily to drop such contractions, the result is a more quiet and restful way of living, and so quieter and more attractive faces.
This unquietness comes especially in the eyes.