human
Isn't he funny, the girl said in an undertone, shaking her fat silk curls and wrinkling up her snow-white but befreckled little nose.
gpt
He's just like a baby. I wish I had brought him a rattle.
human
They're all like babies, murmured Mrs. Walbridge absently, her eyes fixed on space.
gpt
Every one of them.
human
Have you heard the news?
gpt
News! No, what news?
human
He'll be telling you himself, no doubt, but I don't mind telling you first. It's Oliver.
gpt
What is it? she asked.
human
I've not seen him for nearly a fortnight.
gpt
I know. He's been very busy. The fact is he's engaged to be married, and we see hardly anything of him, mother and I.
human
Are you--are you _sure_?
gpt
Well, I ought to be. We hear nothing but Dorothy from morning till night--that is, whenever we _do_ see him, he talks of nothing else. And isn't it ridiculous, her name's Perkins?
human
Dorothy Perkins! That is a coincidence. I'm sure I hope they'll be very happy. Does your mother like her?
gpt
Oh, we've never seen her, mother and I. She lives at Chiswick and her mother's an invalid, so she hardly ever leaves her. We've seen her picture, though, and she's lovely.
human
Mossioo Latour,
gpt
Mais non, mais non, mêlez vous de vos affaires, mon cher, he protested,
human
Nous nous entendons parfaitement bien, n'est-ce pas, Madame Vollbridge?
gpt
Oh ooee. She said
human
many times, also
gpt
Je ne say pas and
human
N'est-ce pas.