human
How are you? asked Leah, nodding in a friendly way, but without shaking hands.
gpt
You are one of Lady Canvey's discoveries, I suppose.
human
My discovery, put in Lionel, cheerfully, and with a proud glance at the white-rose beauty of the girl.
gpt
Lady Canvey wanted a companion, and I brought her----
human
One of Fra Angelico's saints,
gpt
Quite so, chuckled Lady Canvey, arranging many costly rings on a pair of knuckly hands.
human
Lionel knows how I enjoy the company of a saint.
gpt
You must put up with a sinner for the time being, said Lady Jim, good-humouredly.
human
I have come to talk business.
gpt
That means you intend to worry me, grumbled Lady Canvey, with a sharp glance from under her bushy eyebrows.
human
I hate being worried and bored.
gpt
Oh, I shan't bore you.
human
Yes, you will. Other people's affairs always bore me. I am not like his reverence here,
gpt
I admit there is some lack of resemblance,
human
which meant that he had entered the service of his Master for use and not for show. As the curate of an exacting vicar in a Lambeth parish, he grubbed amongst the dirty poor, and dispensed soup, soap, shelter, and salvation. Rarely did Lionel come to the West End, as his task lay amongst the poor and lowly; but when he did venture into high places he always called on Lady Canvey, who had an odd kind of affection for him.
gpt
He's misguided, but genuine, my love, said the pagan,