Benjamin Disraeli,
Sybil — Book 2/Chapter 6
“ You never have a clear sky. Your toilette table is covered with blacks; the deer in the park seem as if they had bathed in a lake of Indian ink; and as for the sheep, you expect to see chimney-sweeps for the shepherds.""And do you really mean to go on Thursday?" said Egremont: "I think we had better put it off.""We must go," said Lady Marney, with a sort of sigh, and shaking her head."Let me speak to Marney.""Oh! no. We must go. I am annoyed about this dear little Poinsett: she has been to stay with me so very often, and she has only been here three days. ”
