human
Mr. Vincent ain't at home--but oh, look year!--here's his mother as can tell you better nor me,
gpt
His mother? said the beautiful creature in the carriage; she had alighted in a moment, and was by Mrs. Vincent's side--
human
Oh, I am so glad to see Mr. Vincent's mother! I am Lady Western--he has told you of me? she said, taking the widow's hand;
gpt
Important to us--not to Mrs. Vincent, said the gentleman who followed her, a remarkable figure, in his loose light-coloured morning dress; and his eyes fell with a remorseful pity upon the widow, standing, drawn-back, and self-restrained, upon the ground of her conscious misery, not knowing whether to hope that they brought her news, or to steel herself into a commonplace aspect of civility. This man had a heart; he looked from the brilliant creature before him, all flushed and radiant with her own happiness, to the little woman by her side, in her pitiful widow's dress, in her visible paleness and desperation of self-control. It was he who had brought Lady Western here to put his own innocence beyond doubt, but the cruelty of that selfish impulse struck him now as he saw them stand together.
human
Important to us--not to Mrs. Vincent,
gpt
Ah, yes! to us, said Lady Western, looking up to him with a momentary gleam of love and happiness. Then the pretty tender-hearted creature changed her look, and composed her countenance into sympathy.
human
I am so sorry for you, dear Mrs. Vincent!
gpt
I am a stranger in Carlingford, said the mild little woman, drawing up her tiny figure.
human
I do not know what has procured me this pleasure--but all my son's friends are welcome to me. I will show you the way up-stairs,