human
Poor Caroline! I suppose I ought to go, dear, but I don't want to miss Sir John when he comes.
gpt
Oh, he won't be here before tea-time, I should think, she said.
human
He's very busy, you know. Besides, father's in. Don't stay long. It'll be all right.
gpt
Writing letters, are you?
human
Yes. Ever so many people I've got to tell, of course. Looks so silly written down. 'I know you will be glad to hear,' 'I'm sure you will be surprised when I tell you'
gpt
Have you written to Oliver Wick?
human
No, I haven't. He's such a goose. I thought perhaps you would write to Mrs. Wick.
gpt
You must write and tell him at once, daughter,
human
Better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave,
gpt
No young man wanted her to be his slave,
human
That Oliver Wick did. Caroline had never liked the young Mr. Wick, Violet knew, because, plain and unalluring old woman that she was, she resented the young man's lack of beauty. He failed in every way to come up to her standard of a lover, and Grisel, of all the
gpt
Happy House