Charles Dickens

“ You have it, my dear?"
"I think I have," said Rosa, blushing a little as Mr. Tartar looked quickly towards her.
"You see, you go over to Staple with Mr. Crisparkle and Mr. Tartar," said Mr. Grewgious; "I going in and out and out and in, alone, in my usual way; you go up with those gentlemen to Mr. Tartar's rooms; you look into Mr. Tartar's flower-garden; you wait for Miss Helena's appearance there, or you signify to Miss Helena that you are close by; and you communicate with her freely, and no spy can be the wiser." ”

“ Crisparkle, "but is engaged just now."
"Is it a dark gentleman?" interposed Rosa, retreating on her guardian.
"No, Miss, more of a brown gentleman."
"You are sure not with black hair?" asked Rosa, taking courage.
"Quite sure of that. Miss. Brown hair and blue eyes."
"Perhaps," hinted Mr. Grewgious, with habitual caution, "it might be well to see him, reverend sir, if you don't object. When one is in a difficulty, or at a loss, one never knows in what direction a way out may chance to open. ”

“ Grewgious. "Tick that off," which he did, with his right thumb on his left. "Might you happen to know the name of your neighbour in the top set on the other side of the party-wall?" coming very close to Mr. Tartar, to lose nothing of his face, in his shortness of sight.
"Landless." ”