But, in spite of her efforts, her eyes retained a sweet unruffled expression when the lad bullied her; she was no longer able to put on her old black look of indignant anger.

One morning he heard her humming to herself at breakfast-time.
"You seem very gay, Chantegreil!" he said to her suspiciously, glancing keenly at her from his lowering eyes.

"I bet you've been up to some of your tricks again!" She shrugged her shoulders, but she trembled inwardly; and she did all she could to regain her old appearance of rebellious martyrdom.

However, though Justin suspected some secret happiness, it was long before he was able to discover how his victim had escaped him.
Silvere, on his side, enjoyed profound happiness.

His daily meetings with Miette made his idle hours pass pleasantly away.