Elizabeth Gaskell,
Mary Barton — Chapter XII
(1848)
“ Margaret looked at her with sorrow, but with hope; for she had no doubt in her own mind, that it was only a temporary estrangement,"Tell me, Margaret," said Mary, taking her apron down from her eyes, and looking at Margaret with eager anxiety, "what can I do to bring him back to me? Should I write to him?""No," replied her friend, "that would not do. Men are so queer, they like to have a' the courting to themselves." ”
