Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 2, Chapter 12
(1857)
“ Bishop, who had just now made a third with Bar and Ferdinand, but whose innocence had again cut him out of the subject and washed him in sweet oil, was seen to approach Lord Decimus and glide into conversation.‘I must get Merdle’s doctor to catch and secure him, I suppose,’ said Ferdinand; ‘and then I must lay hold of my illustrious kinsman, and decoy him if I can—drag him if I can’t—to the conference.’‘Since you do me the honour,’ said Bar, with his sliest smile, to ask for my poor aid, it shall be yours with the greatest pleasure. I don’t think this is to be done by one man. ”
