Arthur Somers Roche,
The Millionth Chance — Chapter 6
(1916)
“ And despite the fact that I had caught them myself, which should have flavored them, I never ate so tasteless a meal in my life. To enjoy dinner, one’s thoughts must be of dinner. Mine were up-stairs with the flashing-eyed girl to whom, it seemed, I was doomed ever to appear in evil light. What was it that Ravenell and the new arrival, Minot, had thought was in her muff? Why were they so confident that she would make no charge against them? I came to one conclusion: neither the major nor the girl was involved in any thing criminal. ”
