Ethel Watts Mumford,
The Matchmakers
(1902)
“ Trevoor settled herself comfortably before the dainty tea table. She was handsome, vivacious, self-satisfied. A widow of high and long standing, with a penchant for matchmaking amounting to mania. A few moments later Renée, her niece and latest intended victim, entered the room—a slender girl, with wide-open, innocent gray eyes, and a small red mouth that drooped at the corners with a dainty suggestion of pathos. She was smartly gowned, and carried herself with an elegance at once girlish and worldly. Her aunt kissed her effusively. ”
