human
I try, said Fritzie calmly, answering one of Alice’s jests at her wide acquaintance,
gpt
You are far-sighted, Fritzie dear, smiled Alice.
human
What I can’t understand is, why you don’t marry.
gpt
I have too many rich relations. I couldn’t marry anybody in their class. I should have to pick up with some wretched millionaire and be reduced to misery. The Lord deliver us from people that watch their incomes--they are the limit. And it must, I have always thought, be terrible, Alice, to live with a man that has made a million honestly. He would be so mean. Of course, we are mean, too; but happily a good part of our meannesses are underground--buried with our ancestors.