They lived two lives, crying out in anguish when alone, and peacefully smiling in company.

Never did their faces, in public, show the slightest trace of the sufferings that had reached them in private.

They appeared calm and happy, and instinctively concealed their troubles.
To see them so tranquil in the daytime, no one would have suspected the hallucinations that tortured them every night.

They would have been taken for a couple blessed by heaven, and living in the enjoyment of full felicity.

Grivet gallantly called them the "turtle-doves." When he jested about their fatigued looks, Laurent and Therese barely turned pale, and even succeeded in forcing on a smile.