Philip Curtiss, Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 17 (1922)
“ Even Bellsmith could establish no particular connection of reality between those pictures and his present errand. His reverie was broken by the sharp voice of the ticket-seller behind him. "There you are! There's your man!" Bellsmith pulled himself up with a start and saw that a round, swarthy young man had come in silently through a door at the end of the lobby and was standing waiting. He was dressed in black as complete as deep mourning, even to the black derby hat which accentuated his heavy eyebrows and full, olive skin. ”
