Honoré de Balzac,
Love in a Mask; Or, Imprudence and Happiness
“ At last the charming Mask bethought herself once more of her missing party."But who are these friends of yours?" said Léon. "Is it your mother, or sister? And, perhaps, a husband?""A husband? No, indeed, thank God!""You are not married?""No, not now.""What, already a widow? How sorry I am for you!""Pray, why should you suppose that I am to be pitied? Are all husbands so kind? Are all men so tender? Is there, on the contrary, one who deserves to be regretted?" ”
