Edgar Jepson,
Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter VIII
(1913)
“ I said shortly. “But how on earth was I to know that she was a girl like that at the time? It's confusing to catch a girl in a woolen dressing gown, walking up and down one's bedroom at one o'clock in the morning, and sighing like a woman who committed suicide in it.” “Well, it will be a great disappointment to me if this match falls through,” Scruton said slowly. “I have always expected Amber to marry well; but this—this surpasses my most sanguine expectations. I shall settle a hundred thousand pounds on her if she marries you, Lord Garthoyle.” ”
