She means well, said Mr Jarndyce, hastily. The wind's in the east. It was in the north, sir, as we came down, observed Richard. My dear Rick, said Mr Jarndyce, poking the fire, I'll take an oath it's either in the east, or going to be. I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.
Ch. 6 - Bleak House (1852-1853)