Benjamin Disraeli,
Sybil — Book 2/Chapter 16
“ Good sport had not awaited Egremont. Truth to say, his rod had played in a very careless hand. He had taken it, though an adept in the craft when in the mood, rather as an excuse to be alone, than a means to be amused. There are seasons in life when solitude is a necessity; and such a one had now descended on the spirit of the brother of Lord Marney.The form of Sybil Gerard was stamped upon his brain. It blended with all thoughts; it haunted every object. ”
