Charles Dickens,
Our Mutual Friend — Chapter 10…
(1865)
“ Take a cigar. Look at this of mine. I light it--draw one puff--breathe the smoke out-- there it goes--it's Dolls!--it's gone--and being gone you are a man again.''Your subject,' said Mortimer, after lighting a cigar, and comforting himself with a whiff or two, 'was scouts, Eugene.''Exactly. Isn't it droll that I never go out after dark, but I find myself attended, always by one scout, and often by two?'Lightwood took his cigar from his lips in surprise, and looked at his friend, as if with a latent suspicion that there must be a jest or hidden meaning in his words. ”
