"Dear dear," said Flora, "only to think of the changes at home Arthur -- cannot overcome it, and seems so natural, Mr. Clennam far more proper -- since you became familiar with the Chinese customs and language which I am persuaded you speak like a Native if not better for you were always quick and clever though immensely difficult no doubt, I am sure the tea chests alone would kill me if I tried, such changes Arthur -- I am doing it again, seems so natural, most improper -- as no one could have believed, who could have ever imagined Mrs. Finching when I can't imagine it myself!"
"Is that your married name?" asked Arthur, struck, in the midst of all this, by a certain warmth of heart that expressed itself in her tone when she referred, however oddly, to the youthful relation in which they had stood to one another. "Finching?""Finching oh yes isn't it a dreadful name, but as Mr. F. said when he proposed to me which he did seven times and handsomely consented I must say to be what he used to call on liking twelve months, after all, he wasn't answerable for it and couldn't help it could he, Excellent man, not at all like you but excellent man!"
Little Dorrit, Book 1, Chapter 13