David Christie Murray,
Despair's Last Journey
“ The women of the company, five in number, were chattering like a nest of starlings, shrilling high against the slow rumble of the wheels. Miss Hampton alone was silent amongst them. Their talk was of matrimony, and the leading lady sparkled out with an engaging inquiry which embraced the whole carriageful. ‘And what about Miss Hampton?’ ‘Oh,’ said the little brown lady demurely, ‘I shall die an old maid!’ It was at this instant that a singular and yet accustomed pang assailed the dramatist’s heart. ”
