It is written in your eyes.

They have always told me--all I need to know." Then, very tenderly, as Toby's hands covered them from his look: "_Mais, Mignonette_, they have never told me anything that you could wish me not to know." He slipped his arm again about the slender shoulders and pressed them closely for a moment.

Then he stood up and turned to go.
He was smiling as he passed out--the smile of the gambler who knows that he holds a winning card..