H. B. Marriott Watson,
The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 18
(1909)
“ Lane's as a right, and, the discreet Isabel being absent, I held out my arms. Perdita shook her head, smiling. "We live in the daylight," she remonstrated, when I paid no heed to this. "Light or dark, rain or shine, sun or snow, I care not," I said defiantly. "All the world is one to me, and all weathers are the same, provided I have Perdita, All tragedies are comedies, and there is no space nor time, while I have Perdita. There is only just so much space as is spanned by Perdita, and only just so much time to kiss her. The only time that time gallops is when I do that. ”
