human
A pretty situation, Miss Percival, said Clarence as he rose to his feet.
gpt
Here am I, six miles from home, and nothing left for me but to tramp it on foot.
human
Nay, Mr. Clarence, that must not be. If you do not mind, you can ride behind me. The pony can bear us both very well, and we can proceed slowly.
gpt
I am afraid to discommode you, Miss Percival.
human
Not at all--our ancestors, you know, used to ride pillion.
gpt
I accept your kind offer,