Decidedly, to make others happy was the best thing in the world, and as long as one could have this satisfaction there was no fear of being unhappy. To create an atmosphere of happiness for others is to profit by it at the same time.
He waited for Phillis impatiently, for she would bring him an echo of her mother’s joy, and it was a recompense that she owed him.
She arrived happy, smiling, penetrated with tenderness; but he observed that she was keeping something from him, something that embarrassed her, and yet she would not tell him what it was.
He was not disposed to admit that she could conceal anything from him, and he questioned her.
“What are you keeping from me?”
“How can you suppose that I should keep anything from you?”
“Well, what is the matter? You know, do you not, that I read all your thoughts in your eyes? Very well your eyes speak when your lips are silent.”
“I have a request to make of you, a prayer.”
“Why do you not tell me?”
“Because I do not dare.”