human
So you've come by the early train, she said.
gpt
Well, I call that just friendly, and it's the early bird that catches the train, Mr. Alington, and here we are. But the heat is such that if I was wicked and died this moment, I fancy I should send for a thicker mantle, and that's a chestnut. Lady Haslemere comes down by the four something, which slips a carriage at Winchester--or is it five?--which I think perilous. They cast you adrift, the Lord knows where, for I inquired about it, without engine, and if you haven't got an engine, where are you? A straw hat--that's just what we are going to be; a straw-hat party like Lady Conybeare and the tea-gowns, and dinner in the garden.
human
That will be delicious, said Mr. Alington after his usual pause.
gpt
Dinner out of door is the only possible way of feeding without the impression of being fed. I always----
human
Well, that's just beautifully put, interrupted Mrs. Murchison.
gpt
You get so much all-fresco out of doors. And that's what I missed so much in my last visit to America, where I stopped a fortnight nearly. The set-banquet, with all the ceremonial of the Barmecides, like what Mr. Murchison rejoices in, and the colour he turns over his dinner, seems to me an utter nihilism of the flow of soul. Why, there's Lady Haslemere! So she's caught the early bird too.