human
Well, Miss Montolieu, how do you like our life here? Carruthers was asking.
gpt
Which is preferable--Belgravia or St. Denis?
human
Oh, Belgravia, decidedly, laughed Lady Marabout's charge.
gpt
I think your life charming. All change, excitement, gayety, who would not like it?
human
Nobody--that is not fresh to it?
gpt
Fresh to it? Ah! are you one of the class who find no beauty in anything unless it is new? If so, do not charge the blame on to the thing, as your tone implies; take it rather to yourself and your own fickleness.
human
Perhaps I do, smiled Carruthers.
gpt
But whether one's self or 'the thing' is to blame, the result's much the same--satiety! Wait till you have had two or three seasons, and then tell me if you find this mill-wheel routine, these circus gyrations, so delightful! We are the performing stud, who go round and round in the hippodrome, day after day for show, till we are sick of the whole programme, knowing our white stars are but a daub of paint, and our gay spangles only tinfoil. You are a little pony just joined to the troupe, and just pleased with the glitter of the arena. Wait till you've had a few years of it before you say whether going through the same hoops and passing over the same sawdust is so very amusing.
human
If I do not, I shall desert the troupe, and form a circus of my own less mechanical and more enjoyable.
gpt
said Goodwood, on her right, while Lady Egidia Hautton thought,
human
How bold that little Montolieu is!
gpt
I do not see the necessity, interrupted Flora,
human
(
gpt
That child talks as though she were the Duchess of Amandine; thought Lady Marabout, catching fragmentary portions across the table, the Marabout oral and oracular organs being always conveniently multiplied when she was armed cap à pie as a chaperone.)
human
Sir Philip, you talk as if you belonged to the 'nothing-is-new, and nothing-is-true, and it-don't-signify' class. I should have thought you were above the nil admirari affectation.
gpt
He admires, as we all do, when we find something that compels our homage,