Frank R. Stockton,
The lady, or the tiger? and other stories
(1897)
“ With the entrance of that impertinent apparition, every hope fled from me. I could not speak while he was in the room. I must have turned pale; and I gazed steadfastly at the ghost, almost without seeing Madeline, who sat between us. "Do you know," he cried, "that John Hinckman is coming up the hill? He will be here in fifteen minutes; and if you are doing any thing in the way of love-making, you had better hurry it up. But this is not what I came to tell you. I have glorious news! At last I am transferred! Not forty minutes ago a Russian nobleman was murdered by the Nihilists. ”
