Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 
The Doings of Raffles Haw (Illustrated) 

‘I’m afraid that he won’t come, ‘ said Laura Mc Intyre, in a disconsolate voice. ‘Why not?’ ‘Oh, look at the weather; it is something too awful.’ As she spoke a whirl of snow beat with a muffled patter against the cosy red-curtained window, while a long blast of wind shrieked and whistled through the branches of the great white-limbed elms which skirted the garden.