human
Are you fond of hunting, Mr. Titmouse?
gpt
Why, my Lord, can't exactly say that I am--but your Lordship sees, cases alter circumstances, and when I get down there among the country gents, p'r'aps I may do as they do, my Lord.
human
I presume, Mr. Titmouse, you have scarcely chosen a town residence yet?
gpt
No, my Lady--not fixed it yet--was thinking of taking Mr. Aubrey's house in Grosvenor Street, understanding it is to be sold; then turning towards the earl--
human
Exactly; yes--I see, sir--I understand you, replied Lord Dreddlington, sipping his wine. His manner rather discomposed Titmouse, to whom it then very naturally occurred that the earl might be warmly attached to the Aubreys, and not relish their being spoken of so lightly; so Titmouse hastily and anxiously added--
gpt
Your Lordship sees I was most _particular_ sorry to make the Aubreys turn out. A most uncommon respectable gent, Mr. Aubrey: I assure your Lordship I think so.
human
I had not the honor of his acquaintance, sir,