"Presently he said: 'There's a man asleep down there.' Watching her slyly out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was suitably startled.
'Really?' she said at last. 'How do you know?'
'Because I saw him when I looked under the bridge. I couldn't get near because Choc kept pushing me out. He is an enormous dog; soft, but enormous.'
'Yes,' she agreed absently. Her light-brown eyes were worried, and she stared down at the two men who were now both in the ditch by the bridge, peering at something.
Rupert continued to contemplate the infinity of the sky. The blue had turned into a million colors, he noticed, like hundreds and thousands."
--- The Estate of the Beckoning Lady, Margery Allingham, 1955