The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

While standing thus, absorbed in my gloomy reverie, a gentleman's carriage came round the corner of the road. I did not look at it; and had it rolled quietly by me, I should not have remembered the fact of its appearance at all; but a tiny voice from within it roused me by exclaiming, "Mamma, mamma, here's Mr. Markham! "

I did not hear the reply, but presently the same voice answered, "It is indeed, mamma -- look for yourself. "