human
I'm sure I don't know why we're moving. I don't believe it's business. Some of his tantrums, I daresay. I heard her walking up and down the room all last night, I'll swear. Neither she nor Miss Valencia have been to bed. He'll kill her at last, the brute!
gpt
It's no concern of either of us, that. Have ye got another trunk to bring down?
human
No concern? Just like your hard-heartedness, Mr. Bowie. And as soon as I'm gone, of course you will be flirting with these impudent Welshwomen, in their horrid hats.
gpt
Maybe, yes; maybe, no. But flirting's no marrying, Mrs. Clara.
human
True for you, sir! Men were deceivers ever,