Morley Roberts,
The Wedding Eve
(1896)
“ But at last, at last, he reached London. It was ten in the morning when he arrived at Victoria, and the skies outside made him wonder how people could live there. Only Ethel could reconcile him to the reeky abominations of a commonly good day after the sunshine of the Peninsula and the Continent. But after all, what did it matter? for this day was his wedding eve; he should sing instead of being depressed. ”
