human
Your een were like a spell, Jeanie; Mair sweet than I can tell, lassie, That ilka day bewitched me sae I couldna help mysel', lassie.
gpt
Who are you trying to read, Miss Crew?
human
Your friend, Mr. Babbington-Cole, Mrs. Gower,
gpt
And has it told you its name was Babbington-Cole, _ma chere_; we only give the latter?
human
Yes; but you know his name is Babbington-Cole, Mrs. Gower,
gpt
We do. Do you like his face?
human
Yes, very much; he looks so kind and sweet-tempered.
gpt
Poor Charlie Cole, he is all of that; excessively amiable people so often wed the reverse. I do hope it is not so in his case.
human
It is a dreadful fate, said the girl, absently.
gpt
But we must hope for the best, Miss Crew; but his long silence makes me fanciful; however, if we don't receive news direct very soon--as I have had some queer dreams of him lately--I shall write the clergyman at Bayswater.
human
The reverend--I mean, how will you address it; just to the clergyman, or how?
gpt
Yes, that's very true, I don't know his name. Oh, I have it; Mr. Smyth left the paper with the marriage insertion; I do hope it has not been destroyed;