The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences.
Georgette HeyerNevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.
Georgette Heyer