human
Oh, papa, she cried,
gpt
Captain Lacie has lent me such a charming Book of Costumes. All the plates are colored. I do wish you would look through it and say which costume you would like me to appear in at Mrs. Westerton's fancy ball.
human
Mrs. Westerton's fancy ball! echoed Mr. Hazeldine, with a strangely dismal laugh.
gpt
What should I know about such frivolities? Besides, I'm too tired tonight. Then, again, something may happen to hinder you from going--one never can tell.
human
It would have to be something very particular that would keep me away, said Fanny, with a pout.
gpt
I'm dying to go--only I can't make up my mind whether to go as a Breton fish-wife, as a Louis-Sèize marquise, or----
human
If I were you, Fan, I should go as Ophelia, with straws in your hair, he said.
gpt
A touch of madness would become you admirably.
human
Why don't you keep your rude speeches for your fine lady friends at Seaham Lodge?