Robert Barr,
Revenge! — "And the Rigour of the Game"
(1896)
“ His stout stick struck the stone pavement with a sharp click that sounded in the still, frosty, night air almost like a pistol shot. He would show both his wife and his son that he was not too old to be master in his own house. He talked angrily to himself as he went along, and was wroth to find his anger lessening as he neared his destination. Anger must be very just to hold its own during a brisk walk in evening air that is cool and sweet.Mr. Saunders was somewhat abashed to find the club building a much more imposing edifice than he had expected. ”
