human
Well, is it you? she says to Mr. Moore, as he comes up to her and gives his hand.
gpt
What are you roving about at this time of night for? You should be at home.
human
Can a single man be said to have a home, madam?
gpt
Pooh! says Mrs. Yorke, who despises conventional smoothness quite as much as her husband does, and practises it as little, and whose plain speaking on all occasions is carried to a point calculated, sometimes, to awaken admiration, but oftener alarm--
human
Not she, joined in Mr. Yorke.
gpt
Hortense is an honest lass. But when I was Robert's age I had five or six sisters, all as decent and proper as she is; but you see, Hesther, for all that it did not hinder me from looking out for a wife.
human
And sorely he has repented marrying me, added Mrs. Yorke, who liked occasionally to crack a dry jest against matrimony, even though it should be at her own expense.
gpt
He has repented it in sackcloth and ashes, Robert Moore, as you may well believe when you see his punishment (here she pointed to her children).
human
Who would burden themselves with such a set of great, rough lads as those, if they could help it? It is not only bringing them into the world, though that is bad enough, but they are all to feed, to clothe, to rear, to settle in life. Young sir, when you feel tempted to marry, think of our four sons and two daughters, and look twice before you leap.
gpt
I am not tempted now, at any rate. I think these are not times for marrying or giving in marriage.
human
I make little account of the wisdom of a Solomon of your age; it will be upset by the first fancy that crosses you. Meantime, sit down, sir. You can talk, I suppose, as well sitting as standing?