Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 2, Chapter 26
(1857)
“ Young John turned again, and took him in at the old doorway, up the old staircase, into the old room. Arthur stretched out his hand. Young John looked at it, looked at him—sternly—swelled, choked, and said:‘I don’t know as I can. No, I find I can’t. But I thought you’d like the room, and here it is for you.’Surprise at this inconsistent behaviour yielded when he was gone (he went away directly) to the feelings which the empty room awakened in Clennam’s wounded breast, and to the crowding associations with the one good and gentle creature who had sanctified it. ”
