human
If you have a fault, sir—and all paragons have—it is a seriousness that reminds one of the Puritan.
gpt
I’m neither paragon nor Puritan—and no ladies’ man,
human
So much is obvious. You lack practice in the art, but you will learn in time.
gpt
Oh, I leave that to Michael,
human
You are riding to find Rupert? she asked, her voice like velvet.
gpt
He’s the Prince to you—a paragon indeed—no ladies’ man. Sir, when you find him, ask how it fares with the Duchess of Richmond, and see if his face changes colour.
human
It is not true,
gpt
How downright and fatiguing boys are! What is not true, sir?
human
All that you left unsaid.
gpt
Good for you, li’le Kit! All that women say is enough to drown us; but what they leave unsaid would sink a navy.
human
Go, find your Prince, said Miss Bingham, with the same dangerous gentleness;
gpt
Michael, we’re wasting a good deal of time, said Kit, disliking this girl a little more.
human
There’ll be time enough for nonsense when we’ve brought Rupert into York.