human
Mrs. Perkins is an invalid, Oliver went on at last, when he had put the picture away in his left-hand breast pocket,
gpt
I beg your pardon?
human
Oh, no--I didn't say anything. Do tell us more about the Perkins family,
gpt
About the father and mother? Oh, there isn't much to tell. Except that they have managed to produce Dorothy. The father's a painter--a very bad painter. A charming old man. Looks like William de Morgan; big forehead, you know--white hair. They are very poor, but of course that doesn't matter.
human
Of course it doesn't, as long as you--love each other.
gpt
Ah! the young man murmured, his voice ringing unmistakably true,
human
I love the girl all right.
gpt
She'll value your constancy, I should think, Griselda drawled,
human
You're quite right to laugh at me, he returned,
gpt
I did make a perfect fool of myself about you, but, after all, I'm not so very old, you know.
human
How can you be sure, she asked, trying to look like a dowager,
gpt
Come along, Olly, we must be off. It's frightfully late.
human
I'm perfectly sure, he said gravely,
gpt
I hope you will, I'm sure,