(Jane Austen - Pride and prejudice ) The evening was spent chiefly in talking over Hertfordshire news,and telling again what had already been written; and when it closed,Elizabeth, in the solitude of her chamber, had to meditate uponCharlotte's degree of contentment, to understand her address in guiding,and composure in bearing with, her husband, and to acknowledge that itwas all done very well.
(Jane Austen - Pride and prejudice ) Accordingly, when she retired at night, she asked the chambermaidwhether Pemberley were not a very fine place? what was the name of itsproprietor? and, with no little alarm, whether the family were down forthe summer? A most welcome negative followed the last question--and heralarms now being removed, she was at leisure to feel a great deal ofcuriosity to see the house herself; and when the subject was revived thenext morning, and she was again applied to, could readily answer, andwith a proper air of indifference, that she had not really any disliketo the scheme.
She dreaded lest the chambermaid had beenmistaken.
THE FIRST DAY'S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING'S ADVENTURES;WITH THEIR CONSEQUENCESThat punctual servant of all work, the sun, had just risen, and begunto strike a light on the morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousandeight hundred and twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst likeanother sun from his slumbers, threw open his chamber window, and lookedout upon the world beneath.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) Mr. Tupman rang the bell, purchased the tickets, and ordered chambercandlesticks.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) Seven o'clock had hardly ceased striking on the following morning,when Mr. Pickwick's comprehensive mind was aroused from the state ofunconsciousness, in which slumber had plunged it, by a loud knocking athis chamber door.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) The rich, sweet smell of the hay-ricks rose to his chamber window; thehundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the airaround; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistenedon every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air; and the birds sang asif every sparkling drop were to them a fountain of inspiration.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) A loud ringing of one of the bells was followed by the appearance of asmart chambermaid in the upper sleeping gallery, who, after tapping atone of the doors, and receiving a request from within, called over thebalustrades--'Sam!Hollo,' replied the man with the white hat.