George Bernard Shaw,
Love Among the Artists — Book I, Chapter I
(1881)
“ No, no, Herbert: I will go back myself. I recollect exactly where I laid them down. I shall be back in a moment. " "Papa always takes the most exact notes of the places in which he puts things; and he always leaves them behind him after all," said Mary. "There is that man in precisely the same position as when we first saw him." "No. He is saying something to your father, begging, I am afraid, or he would not stand up and lift his hat" "How dreadful!" Herbert laughed. "If, as you suspected, he is hungry, there is nothing very dreadful in it, poor fellow. It is natural enough." ”
