Aftersmile

[…] there were funerals as the result of a holy effort (for holy effort still we avow it to have been, and the aftersmile of God hath proved it so).

No night drops down upon the troubled breast, / When heaven’s aftersmile, earth’s teardrops gain, / And mother finds her home and far-off rest.

Smiling with imperturbable tenderness, Mrs. Selborne thrust out her heavy legs slowly to swell with warm ripe smack his gift of flowered green-silk garters. Wetting his thumb with sly thin aftersmile, he told.

New truths were coming to her, and she at first laughed at them, laughed at what her own head was telling her […]. Her aftersmile spread into the doubt in her eyes when her head told her that she would soon be able to carry the daylight on her back.

It made her smile, just a little one, and that was good, but the smile got switched off pretty soon and somehow that made it worse, because there was such a contrast in her face between smile and aftersmile.

The smile was gone, but the face still had an aftersmile glow on it;