human
As to the lass being married, he said,
gpt
No, I was not, answered the father.
human
Go and show your uncle Jasper that last article of yours, Charlotte.
gpt
Oh, heaven preserve us! no, said uncle Jasper, backing a pace or two.
human
I'm willing with all my heart to believe it, if you swear it, but not the article. Don't for heaven's sake, confront me with the article.
gpt
There's nothing uncommon in my writing for magazines, Uncle Jasper; a great many girls do write now. I have three friends myself who----
human
What a place England must have become! he interrupted with a groan.
gpt
Well, lass, I'll believe you, but I have one request to make. Tell me what you like about your wedding; go into all the raptures you care for over your wedding dress, and even over the lucky individual for whom you will wear it; tell me twenty times a day that he's perfection, that you and you alone have found the eighth wonder of the world, but for the love of heaven leave out about the books! The other will be hard to bear, but I'll endeavor to swallow it--but the books, oh! heaven preserve us--leave out about the printed books. Don't mention the unlucky magazines for which you write. Don't breathe to me the thoughts with which you fill them. Oh, if there's an awful creature under the sun 'tis a blue-stocking, and to think I should have come back from England to find such a horror in the person of my own niece!