Charles James Lever,
The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer…
“ Little, however, were they aware how much more nearly the suspected crime, was the position of the poor doctor to turn out; for, as by one blunder I had taken his chaise, so he, without any inquiry whatever, had got into the one intended for me; and never awoke from a most refreshing slumber, till shaken by the shoulder by the postillion, who whispered in his ear—"here we are sir; this is the gate." "But why stop at the gate? Drive up the avenue, my boy." "His honor told me, sir, not for the world to go farther than the lodge; nor to make as much noise as a mouse." ”
