Edith Wharton,
The Custom of the Country — Chapter XLII
(1913)
“ He stopped again, his white face and drawn nostrils giving him so much the look of an extremely distinguished actor in a fine part that, in spite of the vehemence of his emotion, his silence might have been the deliberate pause for a replique. Undine kept him waiting long enough to give the effect of having lost her cue--then she brought out, with a little soft stare of incredulity: "Do you mean to say you're going to refuse such an offer?" ”
