human
That's all right. I've got you, he said cheerily.
gpt
None the worse, eh? What are you trying to do? May as well finish before you come down.
human
I'm getting apples for dessert.
gpt
All in your Sunday clothes! commented Bertie.
human
That comes of procrastination--the fatal British defect.
gpt
I hate people who hustle,
human
Meaning me?
gpt
Oh, I suppose you can't help it, said Dot, filling her basket with feverish speed.
human
You Americans are all much too greedy to wait for anything. Am I very heavy?
gpt
Not in the least, said Bertie.
human
I like being sat on now and then. I admit the charge of greed but not of impatience. You misjudge me there.
gpt
Damn!
human
I beg your pardon,
gpt
What for?
human
For swearing, he replied.
gpt
I forgot you didn't like it.
human
Oh! said Dot; and after a pause,
gpt
Then I beg yours.
human
Did you do it on purpose?
gpt
I want to get down, please,
human
Dot, he said, his voice sunk almost to a whisper,
gpt
Let me go!
human
Dot, he said again.
gpt
I won't hustle you any. I swear I won't hustle you. But--my dear, you'll marry me some day. Isn't that so?