E. Nesbit,
Daphne in Fitzroy Street — XIV …
(1909)
“ Daphne arranged herself in a perfect pose—a pose completed in the mere act of permitting one of the dull leather chairs to support her eight stone odd of slender young womanhood, and the clerks in their hutches of brass and mahogany felt that this was indeed June. The selfish ones, biting the feathers of their pens, hoped that the Old Boy would not hurry himself—those capable of a really unselfish passion felt that it would be a shame if the Old Buffer should keep her waiting. ”
