Do look at me.
Fabulous fancies. By W. B. Maxwell. 1903
Then having rattled through the minutes, “And now let me see who is here to-day,” and blinking behind his glasses and pointing with his pencil, would make a small circle in the air, corresponding with the larger circle at the big table. “Excuse me,” Mr Jack would be compelled to interpolate, “you have overlooked me again. You have jumped me with your pencil. Something seemed to distract your attention when you came to me, and you made a leap from Mr Snooker to Mr Bridge, between whom, if you will be good enough to look, you will see that I am sitting.”