Alice Duer Miller and Henry Wise Miller, Scribner's Magazine, Volume 28… (1900)
“ She looked at Hexham. The light of battle still glinted in his eyes. She looked at me, and beheld me, in fancy, sharing the fate of the victim of the lobby. Perhaps a dormant taste for intrigue; perhaps an appearance of gentility on my part to which she was mistaken enough to trust; more probably a natural desire to free herself as quickly as possible from a situation which her lack of mental ballast exaggerated to itself; perhaps a mingling of all three led her finally to lean forward and say: "Peter, I want to introduce you to Mr.——" "Shimmelpinneck," I murmured. ”
