human
I can’t find Arthur anywhere.
gpt
He isn’t on the floor, Mrs. De Castro.
human
No matter, I will let him find me. Isn’t it a pretty company? I do love these fresh faces, remarked Dolly, sitting down.
gpt
The young people complain of our being exclusive. That is absurd. We have to keep quiet, otherwise why live in the country? Besides, what would be gained by opening the doors?
human
We don’t want ambitious people, she went on;
gpt
Dolly laughed a little rippling laugh,
human
What’s that Arthur says, Dolly?
gpt
Oh, here you are! exclaimed his wife.
human
No matter, dear, what it was.
gpt
It is certain Arthur never said anything of the kind, Mrs. MacBirney, interposed De Castro.
human
If any one said it, it must have been you, Dolly.
gpt
No matter who said it, remarked Dolly, dismissing the controversy,
human
You will be aware very soon, Mrs. MacBirney, continued De Castro,
gpt
You, of course, are included because you are a Kimberly.
human
She is more Kimberly _than_ the Kimberlys, asserted her husband.
gpt
I am not a Kimberly.
human
Of course, the young people rebel, persisted Dolly, pursuing her topic, and her dark hair touched with gray somehow gave an authority to her pronouncements,
gpt
I am merely listening.
human
Don’t pretend that you leave the men just to listen to me. You want Mrs. MacBirney to dance.
gpt
She is always like that, declared De Castro to Alice, whom he found pleasing because her graciousness seemed to invite its like.
human
Just such bursts of divination. At times they are overwhelming. I remember how stunned I was when she cried--quite before I could get my breath: ’You want to marry me!’
gpt
Was she right?
human
Absolutely.
gpt
Is she right now?
human
Dolly is always right.
gpt
Then I suppose I must dance.
human
Not, of course, unless you want to.
gpt
What did you do?
human
I said I wouldn’t marry him.
gpt
But you did,
human
He was so persistent!
gpt
Then it would be better to consent at once.
human
Grace, said Dolly to the blue-eyed girl,
gpt
I want you to meet Mrs. MacBirney. This is my niece, Grace De Castro.
human
Oh, what a bloom! exclaimed Alice, looking at the delicate features and transparent skin. Grace laughed happily. Alice kept her hand a moment:
gpt
You are like a bit of morning come to life, Grace.
human
And this is my cousin, Mrs. MacBirney--Mr. Morgan,