"Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin" thought Alice "but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing i ever saw in my life!".
He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly.
It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.
It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.
It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me.