Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

It was time to soothe him a little if possible.

"Mais, Monsieur," said I, "I would not insult you for the world. I
remember too well that you once said we should be friends."

I did not intend my voice to falter, but it did: more, I think,
through the agitation of late delight than in any spasm of present
fear. Still there certainly was something in M. Paul's anger--a kind
of passion of emotion--that specially tended to draw tears. I was not
unhappy, nor much afraid, yet I wept.