human
Miss Blantock and I are going to Scotland, answered the grocer, in his fat voice, which might have been oiled with his own bacon. I stared incredulously.
gpt
Together,
human
I suppose we might as well let this pass for an announcement? she twittered.
gpt
Nell and Sir Horace have been engaged a whole day. It will be in the _Morning Post_ to-morrow. Really, it has been so sudden that I feel quite dazed.
human
But, of course you are,
gpt
No, I said.
human
I've been planning to take a walking tour as soon as this tiresome season is over. I shall run across to France and wander for a while. Eventually, I shall end up at Monte Carlo. A friend whom I rather want to meet, will arrive there, at her villa, in October.