E. R. Punshon, The Interrupted Reign of Mrs. Linton-Ward (1925)
“ Mrs. Linton-Ward had corrected his letters and other writings in French, but she had never gone so far as to offer real French conversation—in point of fact, she had kept that in reserve as a tit-bit to be brought out presently, and now it was too late. They went in to dinner, and when they were seated, a melancholy wretch crept miserably in. It was the broken-hearted Dicky King, who had no longer faith or trust in heaven above or the world beneath, but when his astonished gaze fell on Mrs. Billington-Shaw he started perceptibly. ”
