human
Hello!--HARBORO! He dropped Sylvia's hand as if she no longer existed. An almost indefinable change of expression occurred in his ruddy, radiant face. It was as if his joy at seeing Sylvia had been that which we experience in the face of a beautiful illusion; and now, seeing Harboro, it was as if he stood in the presence of a cherished reality. He grasped Harboro's hand and dragged him down from the step.
gpt
Old Harboro!
human
You two appear to have met before,
gpt
Yes, in San Antonio,
human
Yes, in San Antonio,
gpt
He knew my father,
human
A particular friend, said Peterson. And then, the lines of mirth on his face becoming a little less rigid and the color a little less ruddy, he added to Sylvia:
gpt
Doesn't your father occasionally talk about his old friend _Peterson?_
human
At any rate, you probably don't know that she is Mrs. Harboro now.
gpt
Good! he exclaimed. He smote Harboro on the shoulder.
human
Good! He stood apart, vigorously erect, childishly pleased.
gpt
Enjoying a holiday?
human
You're both going to take dinner with me--over at the _Internacional_. We'll celebrate. I've got to take my train out in an hour--I've got a train now, Harboro. (Harboro had noted his conductor's uniform.)
gpt
We'll just have time. We can have a talk.