Sometimes Marguerite tried to smile, but her motions, her looks, the tones of her voice betrayed a keen anxiety.
Messieurs Conyncks and de Solis seemed to know the meaning of the secret feelings which agitated the noble girl, and they appeared to encourage her by expressive glances.

Balthazar, hurt at being kept from a knowledge of the steps that had been taken on his behalf, withdrew little by little from his children and friends, and pointedly kept silence.

Marguerite would no doubt soon disclose what she had decided upon for his future.
To a great man, to a father, the situation was intolerable.

At his age a man no longer dissimulates in his own family; he became more and more thoughtful, serious, and grieved as the hour approached when he would be forced to meet his civil death.

This evening covered one of those crises in the inner life of man which can only be expressed by imagery.