human
I am sure I hope you may succeed.
gpt
Harry, said Mrs. Castleton, in her prettiest and most winning manner,
human
I am going to call on your friend, Miss Dawson, and invite her for Thursday evening.
gpt
What put that in your head?
human
I want to know her, continued Mrs. Castleton.
gpt
They tell me you admire her, Harry; and if she is to be my future sister, as people say--
human
People say a great deal more than they know,
gpt
Well, rejoined his sister, playfully,
human
Beautiful, he replied, with an earnestness that startled Mrs. Castleton.
gpt
You'll have no prettier girl here, I promise you that, Laura, he added, presently, more quietly.
human
But what will Emma say, he continued, bitterly.
gpt
She'll never give her consent, depend upon it, to your calling.
human
It's not necessary that she should, said Mrs. Castleton, good humoredly;
gpt
Emma gives herself airs, continued Harry, angrily.
human
She thinks that all the world are just confined to her one little _clique_; that there's neither beauty, nor sense, nor any thing else out of her particular set. Now I can tell her that there's more beauty among those who don't give themselves half the airs, and who she looks down upon, than there is to be found among her 'fashionables.' But Emma is perfectly ridiculous with her 'exclusive' nonsense,