Charles Dickens,
Hard Times — Book the First, Chapter XIV
(1854)
“ On a certain night, when he was going out, and Louisa came to bid him good-bye before his departure - as he was not to be home until late and she would not see him again until the morning - he held her in his arms, looking at her in his kindest manner, and said:‘My dear Louisa, you are a woman!’She answered with the old, quick, searching look of the night when she was found at the Circus; then cast down her eyes. ”
