Blind though she was to his faults, Mme Verdurin was genuinely irritated, though she continued to regard him brilliantly clever, when after she had invited him to see and hear Sarah Bernhardt from a stage box, and had said politely: "It's so good of you to have come, Doctor, especially as I'm sure you must often have heard Sarah Bernhardt; and besides, I'm afraid we're rather too near the stage." the doctor, who had come into the box with a smile which waited before affirming itself or vanishing from his face until some authoritative person should enlighten him as to the merits of the spectacle replied, "To be sure, we're far too near the stage and one is beginning to get sick of Sarah Bernhardt. But you expressed a wish that I should come. And your wish is my command. I'm only too glad to be able to do you this little service. What would one not do to please you, you are so kind." And he went on, "Sarah Bernhardt - she's what they call the Golden Voice, isn't she? They say she sets the House on Fire. That's an odd expression isn't it?" in the hope of an enlightening commentary which, however was not forthcoming.
In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust.