M. E. Braddon,
The day will come
(1890)
“ Hayfield admitted his master’s son to the inner mysteries of the villa, where a lady with a very reedy voice was singing “Far away,” in the front parlour, while a family conversation which almost drowned her melody was going on in the back parlour. Mr. Hayfield’s bedroom candlestick and matches were ready for him on a Swiss bracket near his door, and his lamp was ready on a table in his sitting-room, where every object was disposed with a studied precision which marked at once the confirmed bachelor and the model lodger. ”
