"Age puts some, and trouble puts some, and work puts some, but the deepest are carved by lack of faith.

The serenest brow is the one that believes the most." "In what ?" Isabel asked gently.
"In everything!" She looked at him inquiringly, and he laughed as he had a moment before, when she looked at him that way.

"Oh, yes, you do!" he said.
She continued to look at him inquiringly a moment or two longer, and there was an unconscious earnestness in her glance, something trustful as well as inquiring, as if she knew that whatever he meant it was all right.

Then her eyes drooped thoughtfully, and she seemed to address some inquiries to herself.

She looked up suddenly.