Charles Dickens,
Hard Times — Book the Second, Chapter I
(1854)
“ Sparsit, suddenly compressing her mouth, ‘he had that - honour.’‘The lady is quite a philosopher, I am told?’‘Indeed, sir,’ said Mrs. Sparsit. ‘Is she?’‘Excuse my impertinent curiosity,’ pursued the stranger, fluttering over Mrs. Sparsit’s eyebrows, with a propitiatory air, ‘but you know the family, and know the world. I am about to know the family, and may have much to do with them. Is the lady so very alarming? Her father gives her such a portentously hard-headed reputation, that I have a burning desire to know. Is she absolutely unapproachable? Repellently and stunningly clever? ”
