Giacomo Casanova,
The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt…
“ Next day, after dining with the family and admiring the roses on my sweetheart's cheeks, I returned to Paris. Three or four days later Tiretta came to tell me that the Dunkirk merchant had arrived, that he was coming to dine at Madame's, and that she requested me to make one of the party. I was prepared for the news, but the blood rushed into my face. Tiretta saw it, and to a certain extent divined my feelings. "You are in love with the niece," said he."Why do you think so?""By the mystery you make about her; but love betrays itself even by its silence." ”
