human
Well? enquired Anthea, at last, perfectly conscious of his look, and finding the silence growing irksome, yet still with her eyes averted,--
gpt
Well, Mr. Bellew?
human
On the contrary, he answered,
gpt
The moon! she repeated,
human
Suppose it is,--what then?
gpt
True happiness can only come riding astride the full moon you know,--you remember old Nannie told us so.
human
And you--believed it?
gpt
Why, of course!
human
And so, he went on, quite unabashed,
gpt
Do you think you will be tall enough?
human
We shall see,--when the time comes.
gpt
I think it's all very ridiculous!
human
Why then--suppose you play for me, that same, plaintive piece you were playing as I came in,--something of Grieg's I think it was,--will you, Miss Anthea?