human
Well, godmother, said Lady Jim, thinking to curry favour with this she-Cr[oe]sus by using an approved, if somewhat obsolete, address,
gpt
Then I'm a living lie, retorted Lady Canvey, grimly.
human
How can you expect me to look well, when Lionel here has been quoting texts for want of originality?
gpt
I wanted you to hear the scripture,
human
That's _your_ business, replied Lady Canvey, stirring her tea;
gpt
I am glad to hear that you read your Bible, Lady James,
human
Of course I do. I am not a pagan.
gpt
Then I must be one, snapped Lady Canvey;
human
Hush! hush!