Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing. - Honoré de Balzac

for a woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea

Souvent, j'ai accompli de délicieux voyages, embarqué sur un mot ...

However, she wouldn't be the first person to mistrust her nearest and dearest yet confide in the first stranger who comes along: a strange but true quirk of behaviour, whose root is easily traced to the human heart. Some people perhaps have nothing left to gain from those they live with; having revealed the emptiness of their souls, they secretly feel themselves to be judged with deserved severity; however, as they have a powerful craving for the flattery they need but lack, or a burning desire to appear to possess qualities they do not have, they hope to take by surprise the heart and esteem of those who are strangers to them, at the risk of one day falling from grace.