Honoré de Balzac,
Ursule Mirouët — Part I, Section 7
(1842)
“ Monsieur Savinien left again that evening, I have not seen him since, the Rue des Bourgeois has seemed empty to me, and he has, as it were, carried away my heart with him, without knowing it.” “Is that all?” said the doctor. “All, godfather,” she said, with a sigh in which the regret at not having more to tell was stifled under the sorrow of the moment. “My dear little one,” said the doctor, seating Ursule on his knees, “you will soon be sixteen, and your life as a woman will begin. ”
