George Meredith,
The Adventures of Harry Richmond…
“ Supposing the squire disinherited me, could I stand? An extraordinary appetite for wealth, a novel appreciation of it —which was, in truth, a voluntary enlistment into the army of mankind, and the adoption of its passions—pricked me with an intensity of hope and dread concerning my dependence on my grandfather. I lay sleepless all night, tossing from Riversley to Sarkeld, condemned, it seemed, to marry Janet and gain riches and power by renouncing my hope of the princess and the glory belonging to her, unless I should within a few hours obtain a show of figures at my bankers. ”
