human
My dear Jane, she insisted,
gpt
Sorry, aunt, she regretted,
human
Thursday, then.
gpt
I am keeping Thursday for--a friend. Saturday I am free.
human
Saturday we are going into the country, her aunt said, a little ungraciously.
gpt
Heaven knows what for! Your uncle hates shooting and always catches cold if he gets his feet wet.
human
I am horribly disappointed,
gpt
I couldn't help having people here, could I?
human
I suppose not, he answered, with masculine unreasonableness.
gpt
I only know that I wanted to see you alone.
human
Men are such schoolboys, she murmured tolerantly.
gpt
Even you! I must see my friends, mustn't I, when they know that I am here and call?
human
About that friend on Thursday night?
gpt
I am waiting to hear from him, she answered,