human
What is it, mother? he asks.
gpt
Have Mrs. Aylmer's preserves turned out badly? or has Miss Rainbow's ancient tabby given up the ghost at last?
human
Matthew, says the old lady very gravely,
gpt
I have had a letter this morning from Olive Deane.
human
And has she really dared to write to you? he says, sternly.
gpt
Does she think that the past can be so soon forgotten?
human
My dear, you are not like you talk in that way, answers Mrs. Kelvin, as she lays her hand caressingly on her son's shoulder.
gpt
I never rightly understood the reason of that terrible quarrel between you and Olive. You were too ill for me to question you much at the time, and since you have been better the mere mention of Olive's name has seemed so distasteful to you, that I have spoken of her as little as possible. But to say that I should not like to know how it happened that you fell out so strangely, would be to say that I am not a woman.