Now and again his eyes flashed, once or twice they twinkled.

Victoire watched his face with just the faintest hope on her own.
It was past five-and-twenty minutes to nine when the front-door bell rang.

They gazed at one another with an unspoken question on their lips.

The eyes of Victoire were scared, but in the eyes of Lupin the light of battle was gathering.
"It's her," said Victoire under her breath.
"No," said Lupin.

"It's Guerchard." He sprang to his feet with shining eyes.