human
Do you know, said the Professor,
gpt
I was turning into a French sweet-shop the other day, to buy my usual tribute for the children, when I suddenly remembered that they would no longer be children, and had to march out again, crestfallen, musing on the march of time and the mutability of things human--especially children.
human
It's ridiculous, cried Mr. Fullerton.
gpt
I am always lecturing them about it, but they go on growing just the same.
human
And how they make you feel an old fogey before you know where you are! And I thought I was quite a gay young fellow, upon my word!
gpt
You, my dear Chantrey! why you'd be a gay young fellow at ninety!
human
And so this is really my little playfellow! he exclaimed, nodding meditatively.
gpt
I remember her so well; a queer, fantastic little being in those days, with hair like a black cloud, and eyes that seemed to peer out of the cloud, with a perfect passion of enquiry. She used to bewilder me, I remember, with her strange, wise little sayings! I always prophesied great things from her! Ernest, too, I remember: a fine little chap with curly, dark hair--rather like a young Italian, but with features less broadly cast; drawn together and calmed by his northern blood. Yes, yes; it seems but yesterday, he said, with a smile and a sigh;
human
Oh, no; Ernest's a dear boy still, cried Hadria.
gpt
Oxford hasn't spoilt him a bit. I do wish he was at home for you to see him.
human
Ah! you mustn't hint at anything against Ernest in Hadria's presence!
gpt
Not for the world! rejoined the Professor.
human
I was only recalling one or two of my young Oxford acquaintances. I might have known that a Fullerton had too much stuff in him to make an idiot of himself in that way.
gpt
The boy has distinguished himself too,
human
Everyone says he will do splendidly, added the mother;
gpt
Ah! that's good.