I have noticed that many a time.

Whether you take men or women, those are not the most stupid who act the most stupidly.

For example, there are intelligent women who are stupid about men." "You mean those who cannot do without them." "There's no hiding anything from you, my little Socrates." "Ah," sighed the big Doulce, "what a terrible slavery it is! Every woman who cannot control her senses is lost to art." Nanteuil shrugged her pretty shoulders, which still retained something of the angularity of youth.
"Oh, my great-grandmother! Don't try to kid the youngsters! What an idea! In your days, did actresses control their--how did you put it?
Fiddlesticks! They didn't control them a scrap!" Noticing that Nanteuil's temper was rising, the bulky Doulce retired with dignity and prudence.

Once in the passage, she vouchsafed a further word of advice: "Remember, my darling, to play Angelique as a 'bud.' The part requires it." But Nanteuil, her nerves on edge, took no notice.
"Really," she said, sitting down before her dressing-table, "she makes me boil, that old Doulce, with her morality.

Does she think people have forgotten her adventures?
If so, she is mistaken.