C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Motor Maid — Chapter 27 (1910)
“ As I turned to get them, Bertie smiled at me again, and threw me a last glance as he followed my mistress out of the room. I begin to be afraid there is an innate vanity in me which nothing can thoroughly eradicate without tearing me up by the roots; for when I was ready to alter that red dress, instead of trying to make it look as ridiculous as possible, something forced me to do my best, to study fitness and becomingness. ”
