human
Sir, he said hesitatingly;
gpt
interrupted Titmouse, earnestly;
human
I beg a thousand pardons--I mean no harm, my Lord.
gpt
Sir, there is no harm done, said the earl, kindly.
human
Sir, I know human nature too well, or I have lived thus long to little purpose, not to be aware that we are not always master of our own feelings.
gpt
That's exactly it, my Lord! Excuse me, but your Lordship's hit the thing off to a T, as folks say!
human
Do not imagine, Mr. Titmouse, that I think your attentions may have been _unpleasant_ to the Lady Cecilia--by no means; I cannot, with truth, say any such thing!
gpt
Oh, my Lord!