Marguerite said to herself, "If my father succeeds, we shall be happy." Claes and Lemulquinier alone said: "We shall succeed." Unhappily, from day to day the Searcher's face grew sadder.

Sometimes, when he came to dinner he dared not look at his daughter; at other times he glanced at her in triumph.

Marguerite employed her evenings in making young de Solis explain to her many legal points and difficulties.

At last her masculine education was completed; she was evidently preparing herself to execute the plan she had resolved upon if her father were again vanquished in his duel with the Unknown (X).
About the beginning of July, Balthazar spend a whole day sitting on a bench in the garden, plunged in gloomy meditation.

He gazed at the mound now bare of tulips, at the windows of his wife's chamber; he shuddered, no doubt, as he thought of all that his search had cost him: his movements betrayed that his thoughts were busy outside of Science.
Marguerite brought her sewing and sat beside him for a while before dinner.
"You have not succeeded, father ?" "No, my child." "Ah!" said Marguerite, in a gentle voice.