Anton Chekhov,
The Darling and Other Stories…
(1916)
“ Imagine a limp little woman of forty, gazing at you with alarm and astonishment while you walk from the passage into the parlour. You are a stranger, a visitor, "a young man"; that's enough to reduce her to a state of terror and bewilderment. Though you have no dagger, axe, or revolver in your hand, and though you smile affably, you are met with alarm."Whom have I the honour and pleasure of addressing?" the little lady asks in a trembling voice. ”
