Honoré de Balzac,
Ursule Mirouët — Part I, Section 2
(1842)
“ There are beings, good and patient like him, who pass through life with a bitter thought in the heart and a smile both tender and mournful on the lips, bearing with them the solution to the riddle without allowing it to be fathomed, through pride, disdain or vengeance perhaps, having none but God for confidant and comforter. Monsieur de Jordy saw no one at Nemours—where, like the doctor, he had come to die in peace—but the curé, always at the disposal of his parishioners, and Madame de Portenduère, who used to go to bed at nine o’clock. ”
