human
I say, Vin, she remarked, incidentally,
gpt
I thought you would admire them, said he.
human
They are my father’s own design.
gpt
Really! I call them very handsome—and so quaint and unusual. He must tell me where I can get some of them: when I go back to Brighton I should like to take a few with me for my small establishment.
human
But you can’t, aunt,
gpt
Why?
human
Because my father had the moulds broken.
gpt
That is pretty well, she observed in an undertone,
human
I’m going to catch your eye in a minute, Vin. Are you coming upstairs to the drawing-room with me?
gpt
Yes, of course, aunt, said he, instantly.
human
Get up now, and let’s be off.