human
And now perhaps you’ll tell me what it’s all about,
gpt
Janet’s called about tennis. It seems they’re sick of the new Hillport Club. I knew they would be. And so next year Janet’s having a private club on her lawn----
human
Bad as it is,
gpt
Where the entire conversation won’t be remarks by girls about other girls’ frocks and remarks by men about the rotten inferiority of other men.
human
This is all very sound, said Edwin, rather struck by Hilda’s epigrammatic quality.
gpt
But what I ask is--what were you laughing at?
human
Oh, nothing!
gpt
Very well then, said Edwin, going to the door and shutting it.
human
Nobody leaves this room till I know.... Now, niece Elaine!
gpt
Tell him, Daisy,
human
It was only about Alec Batchgrew, Mr. Clayhanger; I suppose you know him.
gpt
Yes, I know him, said Edwin.
human
I saw him on his new grey horse this morning.
gpt
His ’orse,
human
He’s taken a terrific fancy to Maud, my kiddie sister, said Daisy.
gpt
She’s sixteen. Yesterday afternoon at the tennis club he said to Maud: ’Look ’ere. I shall ride through the town to-morrow morning on my ’orse, while you’re all marketing. I shan’t take any notice of any of the other girls, but if you bow to me I’ll take my ’at off to you.’
human
That’s a good tale, said Edwin calmly.
gpt
What a cuckoo! He ought to be put in a museum.
human
Clytie
gpt
Here! Hold on a bit!