human
There can be no need of many words between us, Constance, he began, with as much tenderness of manner as he could call up. Then he stopped. Constance had drawn away the skirt of her gown on the side next to him, and was examining it attentively.
gpt
What is the matter?
human
I thought you had accidentally set your boot on the hem of my frock, she said.
gpt
And the roads are so muddy, although it is fine overhead! But it's all right. I beg your pardon: you were saying----?
human
Am I not to have an answer, dearest Constance?
gpt
You are not joking, then?
human
Well, I know you are not given to joking, and this would certainly be an inconceivably bad joke; but it is almost more inconceivable that you should be in earnest.
gpt
However, she continued,
human
I----Constance!----I don't understand you!
gpt
I refuse you, she replied in a gentle voice, and with her best society drawl.
human
Distinctly, decidedly, and unhesitatingly. I think you _must_ understand that. Won't you stay and see Lady Belcraft? (Theodore had taken up his hat, and was moving towards the door.)
gpt
Oh, very well. I will make your excuses.