human
Why do we, in the nineteenth century, starve ourselves of these delicate joys? cried Valeria.
gpt
Why do we so seldom leave our stupid pre-occupations and open our souls to the sun, to the spring, to the gentle invitations of gardens, to the charm of conversation? We seem to know nothing of the serenities, the urbanities of life.
human
We live too fast; we are too much troubled about outward things--cooks and dressmakers, Mrs. Temperley,
gpt
Poor cooks and dressmakers! murmured Professor Fortescue,
human
I would not deprive any person of the good things of life, cried Valeria;
gpt
One is mad to expect anything of those who have had no chance, said Professor Fortescue.
human
That nevertheless we consistently do,--or what amounts to the same thing: we plume ourselves on what chance has enabled us to be and to achieve, as if between us and the less fortunate there were some great difference of calibre and merit. Nine times in ten, there is nothing between us but luck.
gpt
Oh, dear, you _are_ democratic, Professor!
human
No; I am merely trying to be just.
gpt
To be just you must apply your theory to men and women, as well as to class and class,
human
And would you excuse all our weaknesses on that ground?
gpt
I would account for them as I would account for the weaknesses of my own sex. As for excusing, the question of moral responsibility is too involved to be decided off-hand.
human
who had become his benefactress, in consequence of a discreet allusion to the
gpt
The woman must have been a fool!
human
By no means; she was of brilliant intellect. But praises of that were tame to her; she knew her force, and was perhaps tired of the solitude it induced. Professor Theobald laughed mightily at his own sarcasm.
gpt
But when the whisper of 'beauty' came stealing to her ear (which was by no means like a shell) it was surpassing sweet to her. I think there is no yearning more intense than that of a clever woman for the triumphs of mere beauty. She would give all her powers of intellect for the smallest tribute to personal and feminine charm. What is your verdict, Mrs. Temperley?