Frederick Marryat,
The Naval Officer — Chapter XXIV
(1895)
“ Why, my dear Madam" (said he, assuming an air of surprise) , "what should I do to your cat?""You should have left him alone, Mr Admiral; that cat was my property; if my master permits you to ill-treat the poultry, that's his concern; but that cat was mine, Sir Hurricane—mine, every inch of him. The animal has been ill-treated, and sits moping in the corner of the fireplace, as if he was dying; he'll never be the cat he was again.""I don't think he ever will, my dear Mrs Housekeeper," answered the admiral, drily. ”
