She [Mme Sazerat] did not offer her hand, but smiled....

“ She [Mme Sazerat] did not offer her hand, but smiled at my mother with vague melancholy as one smiles at a playmate from one's childhood, but with whom all connection has been severed because she has lived a debauched life, married a jailbird or, worse still, a divorced man. ”

Marcel Proust

From : The Guermantes Way