by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Brightener — Chapter 1 (1921)
“ Carstairs, a mouse of a woman to look at, a benevolent Machiavelli in brain, held my hand gently and said nothing, while her clever old husband tried to cheer me with words. Afterward I learned that she spent those minutes in mapping out my whole future! You see, she knew what I didn't know at that time: that I hadn't enough money in the world to pay for grandmother's funeral, to say nothing of our hotel bills! A clock, when you come to think of it, is a fortunate animal. When it runs down, it can just comfortably stop. No one expects it to do anything else. ”
