human
EH!--WHAT!--PROCESSIONS!--WHY----
gpt
OH, YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, MY LORD,--YOU'RE NOT A 'PROCESSION'--YOU'RE A 'SHOW.' _YOU_ WON'T 'TERRORISE THE INHABITANTS'!!
human
NOBLESSE OBLIGE.
gpt
HULLO, DICK! HOW ARE YOU? I WISH YOU'D COME AND DINE WITH ME TO-NIGHT. BUT NOW YOU'RE A LORD, I SUPPOSE I MUSTN'T CALL YOU DICK ANY LONGER, OR EVEN ASK YOU TO DINNER?
human
LORD BE BLOWED! LEND ME A FIVER, AND YOU MAY CALL ME WHAT YOU LIKE--AND I'LL DINE WITH YOU INTO THE BARGAIN!
gpt
--very restless of him, by the way--
human
The Archbishop is the big scarlet, and the tiny acolytes might be called the scarletini. And to think that years ago this sudden outbreak of archiepiscopal brilliancy would have been inveighed against as trifling with the
gpt
Scarlet Lady. H.R.H. made an excellent speech on the occasion, and, with the effect of colour still in his memory, he could not resist reminding the æsthetic Dr. BENSON that
human
--nothing like being exact--
gpt
human
Archbishop in scarlet, forsooth! scarlet tiny acolytes! (such was evidently the rebuke conveyed in H.R.H.'s speech)--