human
You have a passion for trees, I see, and would surely like Dunkeld; 30,000,000 alone are said to have been planted by a Duke of Athol; we father on to the scenery a spice of romance running through us.
gpt
Don't try to excuse it by fathering it on to other than your own nature; our age is too practical; but Emerson expresses my thoughts exactly when he says 'everything but cyphering is hustled out of sight; man asks for a novel, that is, asks leave for a few hours to be a poet.' But, perhaps, you don't agree with me?
human
I do, or I should have a larger account at my bankers; I fear I am not a canny Scotchman, for I have spent a good deal in giving my poor wife and self a glimpse of the poetry of other lands.
gpt
That was right, and kind. Do you know I think the world would be a better place to live in if, after one had made a sufficiency, one was compelled to give place to others, and if no credit was given in any case.
human
That, without doubt, would settle a good deal, and do away with communism, he said, laughingly;
gpt
Do you intend remaining in Toronto?
human
That depends, he said, trying to read her;
gpt
I should think you would admire a woman like pretty Mrs. St. Clair, as you yourself are dark.
human
Yes; she is a pretty little thing; a triumph of art though; but, if you will allow me to say so, I admire your style; usually there is more force of character in dark women rather than in fair.
gpt
Yes; do you think so?
human
I do; now, for instance, there is St. Clair, miserable at the aimless existence of his wife: she is either in hysterics or in--cosmetics.
gpt
We hear he is insanely jealous of her.
human
Rumor, as you know, dear Mrs. Grower, says more than her prayers. He tells me he is not jealous; for he does not believe any man would be silly enough to give him cause; but that by he or his son going about with her, her quest for admiration is held in check.
gpt
Oh, I see; that is the reason they attend her so closely; what a pity we are so foolish as to throw away life happiness, and the passing of our time in rest and quietness for the evanescent soap bubbles of a passing hour; but it is growing late; come and see my palms in my pet room, the library, before you go.
human
Thank you;