human
How d'ye do, Mrs. Porcher? How d'ye do, Miss Hart? she said.
gpt
Very kind of you to come and call. Only a few friends as yet, but perhaps that's just as pleasant this warm afternoon. Dr. Nevington, as you see, and at his very best --she lowered her voice discreetly.
human
So at home, so full of great thoughts, and yet so comical--quite a privilege for all to hear him talk.
gpt
And it was in obedience to consideration for the said feelings that he now threw himself gallantly into the breach. For, after acting as appreciative chorus to an interlude of sonorous trifling on the part of the clergyman with the newcomers, he adroitly--under promise of showing her recent additions to his collection of picture postcards--detached Miss Eliza Hart from the neighbourhood of the sofa and conveyed her to the farther side of the room. Mrs. Porcher, neat, pensive, and sentimental, could be trusted to play the part of attentive listener; but the great Eliza, as he knew by experience, was liable to develop dangerous energy, to get a little above herself, shake her leonine mane of upstanding sandy hair, and become altogether too talkative, not to say loud, for such distinguished company. Personally he had a soft spot in his heart for Eliza. But, if she put herself forward, he feared for
human
Yes, she remarked, contemplating the portrait of a celebrated actress.
gpt
That is very taking and stylish; and it is just what I should like to have done with my Peachie. This graceful _sobriquet_ was generally understood to bear testimony to the excellence of Mrs. Porcher's complexion.
human
Now, if we wanted a gentleman guest or two more at any time, a picture postcard of her like this, just slightly tinted, in answer to inquiries?
gpt
What about a subsequent summons for over-crowding?