human
Well, said she,
gpt
All?--oh, no. I could say a great deal--I have ordered my supper for nine o'clock.
human
Oh, how obtuse you men are! Come--is this leap year?
gpt
I really believe that it is.
human
Then I shall take the privilege of the year, and offer you my hand and heart and fortune--there! Now it only remains with you to name the day.
gpt
Oh! Miss Vincent, you overcome me.
human
Stuff and nonsense. Call me Asphodel, do Joe.
gpt
Why, vicar, what are you about?
human
The sexton has begun a grave for old Betty Goodman, and it is unfinished. He must dig another.
gpt
But what are you doing?
human
Burying the Mitre hymnals,
gpt
I must hurry!