by Alexander Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (unsourced…
“ Then, with a sigh, "Poor Haidee!" murmured he."To tell the truth, count, if I knew less of you, I should think that you were less brave than you are.""Because I sigh when thinking of some one I am leaving? Come, Morrel, it is not like a soldier to be so bad a judge of courage. Do I regret life? What is it to me, who have passed twenty years between life and death? Moreover, do not alarm yourself, Morrel; this weakness, if it is such, is betrayed to you alone. I know the world is a drawing-room, from which we must retire politely and honestly ”
