Phantom of the Opera

All the girls pretended to have met this supernatural being more or less often. And those who laughed the loudest were not the most at ease.

Raoul leading the way, feeling that his heart no longer belonged to him, his face set with passion, 

None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy. You know that one of your friends is in trouble; do not try to console him: he will tell you that he is already comforted; but, should he have met with good fortune, be careful how you congratulate him: he thinks it so natural that he is surprised that you should speak of it. In Paris, our lives are one masked ball;