Montesquieu

“ Old as she is, she still tries to pass for a beauty, and wishes to have lovers.” She is wrong,” said I; “such an intention is becoming only in you.” A moment after I found myself beside her aunt, who said to me, “What do you think of that woman? Although she is at least sixty years old she has spent hours to-day over her toilet.” “It was a waste of time,” said I, “which only such charms as yours could have exhausted.” ”

“ You are as young as she; there is even a touch of age in her face, which you certainly have not; and the brilliancy of your complexion...” “Listen, she said; “I am her aunt; but her mother was at least twenty-five years older than me. We are not even children of the same marriage; I have heard my departed sister say that her daughter and I were born the same year?” “I was right, then, madam, and you cannot blame me for being astonished.”
My dear Usbek, women who feel that the loss of their charms is ageing them before their time, long ardently to be young again ”