human
To tell my fortune, of course, little bright-eyes. Am I not an enviable man?
gpt
And did she really tell it? Oh, how delightful! What did she say, my lord?
human
That I was to propose to Miss Clara Jernyngham, who was to say, 'With pleasure, my lord!'--that I was to indulge her with 'loves of bonnets' and French poodles to an unlimited extent--that--
gpt
Now, I don't believe a word of it, said Miss Clara, pouting, while a peal of silvery laughter arose from the rest.
human
I wouldn't be a mere countess at any price. I'll have a ducal coronet, if I die for it! You know the old Duke of B----, my lord! she added, in a mysterious whisper.
gpt
Well, he is not quite right in his mind, poor man! and I am going to propose to him the very first chance! The family diamonds are superb, and I will become them beautifully, you know! This is strictly _entre nous_, though; and if you don't tell, my lord, you shall have an invitation to the wedding, and drink my health in his grace's old wine!