human
So few people appreciate Garibaldi,
gpt
Yes it is so, said Mrs. Murchison, flying off at a tangent.
human
When I was a girl I used to adore him, and wore a photograph of him in a locket. But that is all gone out; it went out with plain living and high thinking;
gpt
But Bayreuth was very fatiguing, she went on;
human
I've said something wrong, I expect, remarked Mrs. Murchison genially.
gpt
Tell me what it is, Lord Evelyn, or I should say Lord Toby.
human
Toby, please.
gpt
Well, Toby---- Dear me! how funny it sounds, considering I only saw you first in June! Ah, dear me, since first I saw your face, what a lot has happened! But if it's not Casabianca, who is it?
human
Boadicea, I think,
gpt
Dear me! so it is. How stupid of me! She comes in the Anglo-Saxon history, does she not? and she used to bleed beneath the Roman rods in the blue poetry book--or was it pink? I never can remember. But how it all comes back to one! Caractacus, too, and Alfred and the cakes, and the seven hills.