human
Fred, he said,
gpt
Of course, his friend answered.
human
I thought I saw her in town to-day, he said.
gpt
Do you happen to know whether she is supposed to be here?
human
Very likely indeed, Captain Fred Meddoes answered, lighting a cigarette.
gpt
I heard that she had chucked her show at the French places and gone in for a reform all round. Sister's got married to that bounder Ferringhall.
human
What a little brick! he murmured.
gpt
She must have character. It's no half reform either. What do you know about her, Fred? I am interested.
human
Not much, he answered,
gpt
Any one could see that the girls were ladies,
human
No doubt about that, Meddoes continued.
gpt
The father was in the army, and got a half-pay job at St. Heliers. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves. One went in for painting, kept straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so ago--the Lord help her. The other kicked over the traces a bit, made rather a hit with her singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in a mild, ladylike sort of way. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. If she's over, he probably knows all about it.
human
So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?
gpt
No doubt about that, I fancy, Meddoes answered lightly.
human
He ran some Austrian fellow off. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. Care for a hundred up?
gpt
Can't stop, thanks, he answered.
human
See you to-night, I suppose?
gpt
I'm damned if I'll believe it,