A great hope makes a grave face.
"You must not," he said, "make me believe that, unless you have a good foundation for your own faith." "Oh, no!" I answered, and instinctively changed the subject.

His gravity disturbed me.
But he returned to his thought again and again.
"It is not the money," he said at length, when I, who knew what was coming, could no longer hold him.

"It is--" he paused, his face suddenly red as he looked hard into his coffee-cup.

"It is Lucille." I made no answer, and it was Alphonse who spoke again, after a pause.
"What a hard face you have, mon ami!" he said.

"I never noticed it before.