George Eliot: Middlemarch

BOOK III. WAITING FOR DEATH. 25. CHAPTER XXV. (continued)

Mr. Featherstone grunted: he could not deny that an ordinary sort of girl like her might be expected to be useful, so he thought of another rejoinder, disagreeable enough to be always apropos. "If Fred Vincy comes to-morrow, now, don't you keep him chattering: let him come up to me."