human
There, she said, when he came in,
gpt
I have made you some toast--and your tea is quite ready--no, I mean your chocolate--for you must try that this morning--it is best quite hot--so I have got it in this little pot by the fire, for, see, I have been making it myself.
human
Thank you,
gpt
You are a naughty boy, she returned;
human
Because I am really sorry to give you so much trouble, said he, sincerely;
gpt
I am so accustomed to wait on myself, that--
human
Say no more, you sulky creature, cried she, with one of her blandest smiles;
gpt
No, thank you--I am engaged.
human
Why, you are as punctual to your engagements, as if you were courting some country lass, in your Sunday's best. I am afraid you are doing no good. You are not going, I hope, to act the play of the lowly lady over again?
gpt
What was that?
human
Why, do you not remember the story of the young lord, pretending to be a country-man, or artist, or something of that kind, and so marrying a young lady--no, not a lady, a poor girl, I mean--and never telling her till he took her home to his grand house?
gpt
Oh, yes, I do, now you speak of it. Not a bad idea, upon my word--it would be something novel to be certain of exciting a disinterested affection.
human
Are you one of the sceptics on that point, then?
gpt
No--yes--well, I really do not know--but I am, at times, puzzled to think what makes women marry sometimes so badly, and often with so little consideration.
human
Oftener for love than you suppose,
gpt
Perhaps so,
human
I suppose, said she,
gpt
Not unjustly so--no--no--I would soon contrive some test by which to try the woman I admired, if I doubted her. Thank you, no more chocolate, I am going.
human
Ha, master Henry, she observed to herself;