human
To think of Granite Keane being caught! shouted one young fellow.
gpt
I should as soon have thought of the Pyramids walking over to the Sphinx, and marrying her.
human
Poor devil! I pity him,
gpt
He don't require much pity, my dear fellow; I think he's pretty comfortable, rejoined Sydie.
human
He did, to be sure, when he was trying to beat sense into your brain-box, but that's over for the present.
gpt
Come, tell us about the wedding, said Somerset of King's.
human
I was sorry I couldn't go down.
gpt
Well, began Sydie, stretching his legs and putting down his pipe,
human
Bother the dress. Go ahead!
gpt
The dress was no bother, it was the one subject in life to the women. You must listen to the dress, because I asked the prettiest girl there for the description of it to enlighten your minds, and it was harder to learn than six books of Horace. The bridesmaids wore tarlatane à la Princesse Stéphanie, trois jupes bouillonnées, jupe desous de soie glacée, guirlandes couleur dea yeux impériaux d'Eugénie, corsets décolletés garnis de ruches de ruban du----
human
For Heaven's sake, hold your tongue! cried Somerset.
gpt
That jargon's worse than the Yahoos'. The dead languages are bad enough to learn, but women's living language of fashion is ten hundred times worse. The twelve girls were dressed in blue and white, and thought themselves angels--we understand. Cut along.
human
Gunter was prime, continued Sydie,
gpt
said Sydie, taking up his pipe,