human
Here! Harris! have you got places enough? Mrs. Maitland said.
gpt
Blair, have you counted noses? Mrs. Richie's coming, and Mr. Ferguson.
human
Mrs. Richie! In spite of his despair, Blair had an elated moment. He was devoted to David's mother, and there was some consolation in the fact that she would see that he knew how to do things decently! Then his anger burst out.
gpt
I didn't ask Mrs. Richie,
human
What time is supper? his mother interrupted,
gpt
I'm getting hungry! She took her place at the head of the table, sitting a little sidewise, with one foot round the leg of her chair; she looked about impatiently, striking the table softly with her open hand--a hand always beautiful, and to-night clean.
human
What nonsense to have it so late!
gpt
It isn't supper, Blair said;
human
But at that moment the door-bell saved the situation. Harris, stumbling with agitation, had retreated to his pantry, so Mrs. Maitland motioned to Blair.
gpt
Run and open the door for your friends,