But I have been looking too long at life not to distrust its surprises.

Age! Age! Here I stand before you a man full of doubts and hesitation--_spe lentus_, _timidus futuri_." He made a sign to Renouard not to interrupt, and in a lowered voice, as if afraid of being overheard, even there, in the solitude of the terrace-- "And the worst is that I am not even sure how far this sentimental pilgrimage is genuine.

Yes.

I doubt my own child.

It's true that she's a woman.