Frederick Marryat,
Percival Keene
“ The butler looked me full in the face, and earnestly; and then, as if recollecting himself, he bowed and went on.“Captain Keene, madam,” said he, as he introduced me into a large room, at the end of which sat a venerable-looking old lady, very busy with her knitting needle, and another, almost equally ancient, sitting on a low stool beside her.As I advanced, the old lady made me a bow as she remained in in her chair, and looked at me through her spectacles. She certainly was the beau-idéal of old age. ”

