God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.

He was glad that he had expressed to her, however blunderingly, what he felt. He was glad that he had held her hand.

He knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.

There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.

He could see in her face that she had found a freedom he did not have. Somehow this inflexible woman had become flexible, and she was beautiful in a way that he could not attain, though she was old.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

and he loved her suddenly because she loved him.

[...] elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

That was why she was happy. He now knew that happiness and kindness went together. There was not one without the other.

They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody who would give him all their things. Yes. He'd like that. He'd know her when he saw her.

He'd know just what to say.

And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd, / And she would mark the opening skies, / I saw no Heaven — but in her eyes.

I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not- (again he stopped)- did not (he proceeded hastily) strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.

Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.