human
Frank is at the gate. He has brought a rose which he wishes to give you. Won't you come down?
gpt
Not to-night, aunt, please. Really and truly I've a wretched headache. Besides, my hair is down, and----
human
Bother! exclaimed Miss Charlotte.
gpt
It wouldn't take you a second to tie a bit of ribbon round it.
human
You must really excuse me, aunt, and so must Frank. He can send me the rose through you, if he wishes me to have it.
gpt
That won't be half so nice as giving you it himself.
human
I suppose there's been a tiff between them, she said to herself.
gpt
Well, well! At lover's perjuries they say Jove laughs, and no doubt he does the same at their quarrels.