He had a book, too, but had laid it down on his knee.

She sat reading, and he looking.

In a moment I caught the look.

Then she put down the book; and as she turned to him to speak, in a second it was gone, and he was not this picture nor the other, but as we know him every day." "She didn't see ?" asked Eugene.
"No." "Thank God!" he cried.

Then in a moment, recollecting himself, he looked at the two men, and saw what he had done.