Max Beerbohm,
Zuleika Dobson — Chapter 19
(1911)
“ Tragic it was for him, in Merton Street, to see among the crowd converging to the meadows so many women, young and old, all imprescient, troubled by nothing but the thunder that was in the air, that was on the brows of their escorts. He knew not whether it was for their escorts or for them that he felt the greater pity; and an added load for his heart was the sense of his partial responsibility for what impended. But his lips were sealed now. Why should he not enjoy the effect he was creating? It was with a measured tread, as yesterday with Zuleika, that he entered the avenue of elms. ”
