Henry C. Rowland,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 6…
(1906)
“ You do not fully understand my wishes. I want you, I will admit, but I also want to be married. I'm tired of being cursed with single blessedness.”“Nanette!” “Good afternoon!” The door of the real estate office of Morris Thompson and a fictitious company slammed with a crash which threatened the ground-glass; the front door opened swiftly to the imperious wave of a small, neatly-gloved hand. “Home!” snapped Miss Latour to her chauffeur, and the next moment the pansy face was crushed against the cushions of the automobile and staccato sobs mingled with the grind of the machinery. ”
