Elinor Glyn,
The Price of Things
“ What possible solution could the future hold? Only one—that of death for either of the men concerned. Well, death was busy with England's best—it was no unlikely possibility—and as he looked at Denzil he felt a stab of pain. Nothing more splendid and living and strong could be imagined than his six foot one of manhood, crowned with the health of his twenty-nine years."I hope to God he comes through," he prayed. And then he became cynical, as was his habit, when he found himself moved."I am on the track of Harietta, Denzil. She has a new lover—Ferdinand Ardayre." ”
