That's it.

Except when you feel sorry for me about something, you always have that splendid look.

It puts courage into people to see it.

If I had a struggle to face I'd keep remembering that look--and I'd never give up! It's a brave look, too, as though gaiety might be a kind of gallantry on your part, and yet I don't quite understand why it should be, either." He smiled quizzically, looking down upon her.

"Mary, you haven't a 'secret sorrow,' have you ?" For answer she only laughed.
"No," he said; "I can't imagine you with a care in the world.