J. M. Barrie,
The Little White Bird — Chapter 2…
(1902)
“ How much more deceitful than her lover is the little nursery governess. The moment she comes into sight she looks at the post- office and sees him. Then she looks straight before her, and now she is observed, and he rushes across to her in a glory, and she starts—positively starts—as if he had taken her by surprise. Observe her hand rising suddenly to her wicked little heart. This is the moment when I stir my coffee violently. ”
