human
What’s this now? said the pretty Mrs. Ellison to the young man, as he came and pulled in a chair and sate down by her.
gpt
Haven’t you had any dinner?
human
Good little children come in with dessert, said he, as he carelessly helped himself to some olives and a glass of claret.
gpt
It’s too hot to eat food—unusual for May, isn’t it? Besides I had a late luncheon with Lord Musselburgh.
human
Lord Musselburgh? put in Mr. Ogden.
gpt
I wonder when his lordship is going to tell us what he means to be—an owner of racehorses, or a yachtsman, or a statesman? It seems to me he can’t make up his own mind; and the public don’t know whether to take him seriously or not.
human
Lord Musselburgh, said Vincent, firing up in defence of his friend,
gpt
For my part, I consider Lord Musselburgh a very admirable young man: he has offered me the box-seat on his coach at the next Meet of the Four-in-Hand Club.
human
And are you going, aunt?
gpt
Yes, certainly.
human
Rather rash of Musselburgh, isn’t it?
gpt
Why?
human
What attention is he likely to pay to his team, if you are sitting beside him?
gpt
None of your impertinence, sir, said she (but she was pleased all the same).
human
Boys must not say such things to their grandmothers.