human
There's no accounting for tastes, Mrs. Pipkin.
gpt
And that's true, too, Mrs. Hurtle.
human
Mr. Montague is a gentleman.
gpt
I always did say that of him, Mrs. Hurtle.
human
And Mr. Fisker is--an American citizen.
gpt
Indeed now!
human
Mr. Fisker came to me with tidings from San Francisco which I had not heard before, and has offered to take me back with him. Mrs. Pipkin's apron was immediately at her eyes.
gpt
I must go some day, you know.
human
I suppose you must. I couldn't hope as you'd stay here always. I wish I could. I never shall forget the comfort it's been. There hasn't been a week without everything settled; and most ladylike,--most ladylike! You seem to me, Mrs. Hurtle, just as though you had the bank in your pocket.
gpt
Mr. Fisker isn't in any way a special friend of mine. But I hear that he will be taking other ladies with him, and I fancy I might as well join the party. It will be less dull for me, and I shall prefer company just at present for many reasons. We shall start on the first of September. As this was said about the middle of August there was still some remnant of comfort for poor Mrs. Pipkin. A fortnight gained was something; and as Mr. Fisker had come to England on business, and as business is always uncertain, there might possibly be further delay. Then Mrs. Hurtle made a further communication to Mrs. Pipkin, which, though not spoken till the latter lady had her hand on the door, was, perhaps, the one thing which Mrs. Hurtle had desired to say.
human
By-the-bye, Mrs. Pipkin, I expect Mr. Montague to call to-morrow at eleven. Just show him up when he comes.
gpt
Mr. Montague;--oh! Of course, Mrs. Hurtle,--of course. I'll see to it myself.