human
and her usual inquiry, as she leaned over the counter,
gpt
And what will you be pleased to want? and the order,
human
John, get down the gray linseys--not _them_--those over yonder--yes, sure, you'd like to see the best--I _know_ you would.
gpt
You're to measure thirteen yards, John, for Miss Anne Sheckleton, and send it over, with trimmin's and linin's, to Miss Pritchard. Miss Anne Sheckleton will speak to Miss Pritchard about the trimmin's herself.
human
Yes, charming weather,
gpt
What a pretty girl, said Miss Anne, so soon as the ladies had withdrawn.
human
Is that her mother?
gpt
Oh, no--dear, no, miss; they are sisters, half laughed Mrs. Jones.
human
Don't you know who they are? No! Well, they are the Miss Etherages. There, they're going down to the green. She'll meet him there. She's going to make a _very great_ match, ma'am--yes, indeed.
gpt
Oh! But whom is she going to meet?
human
Oh! you _don't know_! Well, dear me! I thought every one knew that. Why, Mr. Cleve, of course--young Mr. Verney. He meets her every afternoon on the green here, and walks home with the young ladies. It has been a _very_ old liking--you understand--between them, and lately he has grown very pressing, and they do say--them that should know--that the Admiral--we call him--Mr. Vane Etherage--her father, has spoke to him. She has a good fortune, you know--yes, indeed--the two Miss Etherages has--we count them quite heiresses here in Cardyllian, and a very good old family too. Everybody here is pleased it is to be, and they do say Mr. Kiffyn--that is, the Honourable Kiffyn Fulke Verney--will be very glad, too, he should settle at last, and has wrote to the young lady's father, to say how well pleased he is; for Mr. Cleve has been --here she dropped her voice to a confidential murmur, approaching her spectacles to the very edge of her customer's bonnet, as she rested her fat arms upon the counter--