Owen Oliver, The Lady on the Pedestal (1911)
“ Her big eyes seemed to dare Aunt Sarah's for just the tenth of a second. Aunt Sarah noted that look. “She is clever,” she observed, when she had gone. “To me,” objected Aunt Elizabeth, “she seems a tongue-tied fool!” “It doesn't matter,” said Aunt Jane, with a sound almost like a sob, “whether she is clever or foolish. She does not care for our Teddie, only his money; our money. I know the way a girl looks at the man she loves.” Who should know if Aunt Jane did not? Aunt Jane, who had been the beauty of her time, and who had refused twenty offers, it was said, because one man had died. ”
