Charles Dickens,
Bleak House — Chapter XXXVIII: A Struggle
(1852)
“ Looking at the corner, I plainly perceived the mark of Mr. Jellyby’s head against the wall. It was consolatory to know that he had found such a resting-place for it.“And you, Caddy,” said I, “you are always busy, I’ll be bound?”“Well, my dear,” returned Caddy, “I am indeed, for to tell you a grand secret, I am qualifying myself to give lessons. Prince’s health is not strong, and I want to be able to assist him. What with schools, and classes here, and private pupils, and the apprentices, he really has too much to do, poor fellow!” ”
