Max Pemberton,
A Gentleman's Gentleman — Chapter 10
(1896)
“ But he was ready to talk at that time, and talk he did like one o'clock. "Bedad!" said he, "I don't know that I'll go to bed at all this night, Hildebrand. Was there ever such a lucky devil born as I am? And only yesterday I was thinking of cutting my throat!" "I'm glad to hear you've good news, sir," said I. "Good news! and that's all you would call it? Why, man, my fortune's made—made, I tell you! I'm to meet her to-morrow night at the Café de Paris. To-morrow night—think of that! ”
