human
Yolande! My dear, I got your note and I've put off the committee till Friday, she cried, when our turn came and my niece surrendered to a resonant kiss on either cheek.
gpt
And dear Captain Manisty--there was something I wanted to see you about.... It'll come back to me. _And_ Mr. Stornaway! She surveyed me for a moment with her handsome square head on one side, then turned to a little group behind her.
human
My dears, we all thought he was dead! Mr. Stornaway, I want you all to myself, you're going to tell me all about your terrible hardships and, before you're a day older, you're going on my Prisoners of War Relief Committee. She turned again to explain me to the room.
gpt
This is Mr. Stornaway who's been interned in Austria all this time. He's going to tell us all about it.... Mr. Stornaway, it's a scandal, we can't get the Government to act. Now here's Mr. Deganway--you know him?--he's in the Foreign Office and he tells me that the question of the prisoners----
human
Lord Pentyre! And my dear Sir Harry Mordaunt! as though she had not invited them. I shook hands with Maitland and was trying to see whom else I knew, when she returned and remorselessly introduced me to Vincent Grayle, with whom I have sat in the House for a dozen years. He was leaning on a stick, and I learned in a galloping exchange of biography that he had had one knee shattered in the Antwerp expedition and was now at the War Office,
gpt
But what were you doing out there at all?