human
Do you say you shall see May Cheffington?
gpt
Yes; I purpose calling. Although well aware of Mrs. Dormer-Smith's high social position, still I think our dear Miranda's warm heart will welcome one who has so recently seen her beloved grandmamma. Ah, we do not easily relinquish the fond memories of childhood. Thank you, my dear Ethel. _Is_ that my pocket-handkerchief? Really! I wonder how it came there! (Ethel had picked it up from under the tea-table.)
human
I believe that even in the princely halls--I _think_ I left my umbrella in the passage. Eh? Oh, Bobby has found it--in the princely halls of Castlecombe her memory will revert to Friar's Row. In the words of the poet, 'though strangers may roam, those hills and those valleys I once called my home'--although, of course, Oldchester is _not_ mountainous. And as to roaming, I presume that hills and valleys are always more or less liable to be roamed over by strangers, whether one calls them one's home or not.