Anthony Trollope 
Harry Heathcote of Gangoil 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Just a fortnight before Christmas, 1871, a young man, twenty-four years of age, returned home to his dinner about eight o’clock in the evening. He was married, and with him and his wife lived his wife’s sister. At that somewhat late hour he walked in among the two young women, and another much older woman who was preparing the table for dinner. The wife and the wife’s sister each had a child in her lap, the elder having seen some fifteen months of its existence, and the younger three months. He has been out since seven, and I don’t think he’s had a mouthful, the wife had just said. Oh, Harry, you must be half starved, she exclaimed, jumping up to greet him, and throwing her arm round his bare neck.