L. Frank Baum

“ Quietly she unbolted the door and allowed it to open an inch while she peered at the man outside.
"Oh! it is Monsieur Mershone."
"Of course it is," he roared, forcing the door open and stalking in. "Who in thunder did you think it was?"
"A thousand pardons, m'sieur," said Cerise. "I must be cautious; it is your own command. That you may be protected I deny admittance to all."
"That's all right," said Mershone gruffly, while he stamped his feet upon the rug and shook the snow from his clothing. "Haven't you any fire in this beastly old refrigerator? I'm nearly frozen. Where's Miss Merrick?" ”

“ There would be a pretty scene then, Cerise would have much enjoyment in witnessing the encounter.
"Now, then, take me to Louise," commanded Mershone, suddenly.
She shrank back in dismay.
"Oh, not yet, m'sieur!"
"Why not?"
"The young lady is asleep. She will not waken for an hour—perhaps two."
"I can't wait. We'll waken her now, and give her an idea of the change of program."
"But no, m'sieur! It is outrageous. The poor thing has but now sobbed herself to sleep, after many bitter hours. Can you not wait a brief hour, having waited five days?" ”

“ Madame Cerise regarded him wonderingly.
"She is a good girl," was her reply. "She loves with much devotion the man from whom you have stolen her. I am quite positive she will never consent to become your wife." ”