Charles Dickens,
Barnaby Rudge — Chapter 71
(1841)
“ Light hearts, light hearts, that float so gaily on a smooth stream, that are so sparkling and buoyant in the sunshine—down upon fruit, bloom upon flowers, blush in summer air, life of the winged insect, whose whole existence is a day—how soon ye sink in troubled water! Poor Dolly’s heart—a little, gentle, idle, fickle thing; giddy, restless, fluttering; constant to nothing but bright looks, and smiles and laughter—Dolly’s heart was breaking.Emma had known grief, and could bear it better. She had little comfort to impart, but she could soothe and tend her, and she did so ”
