human
Take that into the servants' hall and let it be destroyed, Parkins,
gpt
My dear, she said,
human
I should have thought, Jane declared,
gpt
And people call you clever! her mother scoffed.
human
Why, my dear child, any slight respect which we still receive from the lower orders is based upon their conviction that somehow or other we are, after all, made differently from them. Sometimes they hate us for it and sometimes they love us for it. The great thing, nowadays, however, is to cultivate and try and strengthen that belief of theirs.
gpt
How did you come to see this rag?
human
Your Aunt Somerham brought it round this morning while I was in bed, her mother replied.
gpt
It was a great shock to me. Also to your father. He was anxious to come with me but is threatened with an attack of gout.
human
And what do you want to say to me about it? Just why did you bring me that rag and show me those paragraphs?
gpt
My dear, I must know how much truth there is in them. Have you been going about with this man Tallente?
human
To a certain extent, yes,
gpt
Chaperoned?
human
Pooh! You know I finished with all that sort of rubbish years ago, mother.
gpt
I am informed that Mr. Tallente is a married man.
human
All the world knows that, she answered.
gpt
He married an American, one of William Hunter's daughters.
human
Who has now, I understand, left him?
gpt
I do not discuss Mr. Tallente's matrimonial affairs with him.
human
Surely, her mother remarked acidly,
gpt
Just what have you come to say, mother? she asked, looking up at her, clear-eyed and composed.
human
Better let's get it over.
gpt
Jane, she said,
human
Mother, Jane replied,
gpt
Your aunt tells me that Colonel Fosbrook wants to marry you.
human
He has mentioned the fact continually, Jane assented.
gpt
Colonel Fosbrook is a very pleasant person who does not appeal to me in the slightest as a husband.
human
The Fosbrooks are one of our oldest families, the Duchess said severely.
gpt
Arnold Fosbrook is very wealthy and the connection would be most desirable. You are twenty-nine years old, Jane, and you ought to marry. You ought to have children and bring them up to defend the order in which you were born.
human
Mother dear, Jane declared, smiling,
gpt
Thank you, Jane, she said,
human
I am engaged. I am glad to know, however, that you still have one or two respectable friends.