Despite the terrible light that had flashed forth, there still remained between them something obscure, undecided, and unconfessed that he thought best to preserve at any cost.
Far, therefore, from seeking opportunities for some private interview, he avoided them all from that moment with scrupulous care.

Julia seemed penetrated with the same feeling of reserve, and anxious to the same degree as himself to avoid any tete-a-tete, while striving to save appearances; but in that respect she did not dispose of that power of dissimulation which Lucan owed to his natural and acquired firmness.

He was able, without visible effort, to hide under his habitual air of gravity the anxieties that consumed him.

Julia did not succeed, without an almost convulsive restraint, in carrying with bold and smiling countenance the burden of her thought.

To the only witness who knew the secret of her struggles, it was a poignant spectacle to behold the gracious and feverish animation of which the unhappy child sustained the appearance with so much difficulty.