human
Oh, merciful Lady! she said, between crying and laughter,
gpt
I could not marry both of you.
human
No, I suppose not, said Webster, stroking his fair beard and looking hard at Hume.
gpt
Perhaps I should not have spoken, but Frank would have me come.
human
It is a conspiracy, she said, with a flash in her eyes.
gpt
You have come together out of some absurd notion of honour.
human
No, said Frank, turning red under her glance,
gpt
And what are you going to do now?
human
Ah! I see someone in the street, muttered Webster.
gpt
I will see you again;