Several months went by in perfect tranquillity.

Monsieur de Solis made Marguerite see that her petty economies would never produce a fortune, and he advised her to live more at ease, by taking all that remained of the sum which Madame Claes had entrusted to him for the comfort and well-being of the household.
During these months Marguerite fell a prey to the anxieties which beset her mother under like circumstances.

However incredulous she might be, she had come to hope in her father's genius.

By an inexplicable phenomenon, many people have hope when they have no faith.

Hope is the flower of Desire, faith is the fruit of Certainty.