But tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof. Like washable beaver hats that improve with rain, his nerves were rendered stouter and more vigorous, by showers of tears, which, being tokens of weakness, and so far tacit admissions of his own power, pleased and exalted him.
Oliver Twist. David Copperfield. Our mutual friend. Great expectations. Little Dorrit. Martin Chuzzlewit (ed. 1879)