Barry Pain,
The Secret of Discipline
(1909)
“ Whitcombe paced the room, his hands clenched, his brows contracted. He presented the picture of a man driven, by mistakes in Latin prose, to the verge of murder. And poor Dickon was not aware that Whitcombe did not care one brass farthing about it and was merely doing his best to help Willis. Dickon breathed hard over the prose. "I'm afraid there's a wrong gender here, sir," he said. "Afraid? You know. You knew it when you did it. You can't help your want of natural abilities, but you can help mistakes of that kind. ”
