human
Ella, who is that handsome young man?--he looks a gentleman.
gpt
Far from that, Mamma, returned the young lady saucily.
human
It is my uncle's gamekeeper, Noah Cotton. The lad I once told you about. He is grown very handsome. But what a name, Noah, and she laughed--such a merry mocking laugh.
gpt
It is enough to drown any pretensions to good looks.
human
How came you to know the man, Ella?
gpt
Oh, George, you know Uncle is not over particular. An aristocrat with regard to his game, and any infringement on his rights on that score, but a perfect democrat in his familiarity with his domestics and tenants. He used to send for this Noah to play with us during the holidays. He was a beautiful, curly-headed lad; and we treated him with too much condescension, but it was Uncle's fault;--he should have known that the boy was no companion for young people in our rank. This saucy, spoilt boy, had not only the impudence to fall in love with me, but to tell me so to my face.
human
The scoundrel!
gpt
Of course I never spoke to him again. I complained to Uncle, and he only treated it as a joke. It is a pity, she added, in a less boastful and haughty tone,