er selvfølgelig Quilp i Charles Dickens' The Old Curiosity Shop, der elsker at gøre et forskrækkende nummer ud af sit skurkagtige åsyn:
"Well, mother,’ said Kit, hurrying back into the house, ‘I think my
fortune’s about made now.’
‘I should think it was indeed, Kit,’ rejoined his mother. ‘Six pound a
year! Only think!’
‘Ah!’ said Kit, trying to maintain the gravity which the consideration of
such a sum demanded, but grinning with delight in spite of himself.
‘There’s a property!’
Kit drew a long breath when he had said this, and putting his hands deep
into his pockets as if there were one year’s wages at least in each,
looked at his mother, as though he saw through her, and down an immense
perspective of sovereigns beyond.
‘Please God we’ll make such a lady of you for Sundays, mother! such a
scholar of Jacob, such a child of the baby, such a room of the one up
stairs! Six pound a year!’
‘Hem!’ croaked a strange voice. ‘What’s that about six pound a year? What
about six pound a year?’ And as the voice made this inquiry, Daniel Quilp
walked in with Richard Swiveller at his heels.
‘Who said he was to have six pound a year?’ said Quilp, looking sharply
round. ‘Did the old man say it, or did little Nell say it? And what’s he
to have it for, and where are they, eh!’
The good woman was so much
alarmed by the sudden apparition of this unknown piece of ugliness, that
she hastily caught the baby from its cradle and retreated into the
furthest corner of the room; while little Jacob, sitting upon his stool
with his hands on his knees, looked full at him in a species of
fascination, roaring lustily all the time. Richard Swiveller took an easy
observation of the family over Mr Quilp’s head, and Quilp himself, with
his hands in his pockets, smiled in an exquisite enjoyment of the
commotion he occasioned.
‘Don’t be frightened, mistress,’ said Quilp, after a pause. ‘Your son
knows me; I don’t eat babies; I don’t like ‘em. It will be as well to stop
that young screamer though, in case I should be tempted to do him a
mischief. Holloa, sir! Will you be quiet?’
Little Jacob stemmed the course of two tears which he was squeezing out of
his eyes, and instantly subsided into a silent horror.
‘Mind you don’t break out again, you villain,’ said Quilp, looking sternly
at him, ‘or I’ll make faces at you and throw you into fits, I will. Now
you sir, why haven’t you been to me as you promised?’"