Isabel Ostrander,
The Island of Intrigue — Chapter 7
(1918)
“ Lorna spoke carefully, as if choosing her words because of some underlying significance. I dismissed the absurd fancy the next minute, however, as Mr. Fordyce smiled in a fatherly way at Bijou, and Aunt Julie drew me forward. "And this," she said, "is the daughter of our old friend Larry Waring. Maida, my dear, Mr. Fordyce." I put my hand shyly in his, and listened happily to his courtly, old-fashioned greeting. He was a towering, splendidly built man of nearly sixty, I should judge, but a man in the full prime of life. ”
