Thomas Hardy,
Desperate Remedies — 3. FROM NINE TO TEN O'CLOCK P.M.
(1871)
“ She was silent for the space of two minutes, and then persisted in going on to mutter, 'And why was it that Miss Aldclyffe allowed her favourite young lady, Cythie, to be overthrown and supplanted without an expostulation or any show of sympathy? Do you know I often think you exercise a secret power over Miss Aldclyffe. And she always shuns me as if I shared the power. A poor, ill-used creature like me sharing power, indeed!''She thinks you are Mrs. Manston.''That wouldn't make her avoid me.''Yes it would,' he exclaimed impatiently. ”
