human
Oh, you are come at last! says the rather tart voice of Mrs. Grandon, who has telegraphed to Briggs to meet her at the early evening train, finding that she has made some earlier connections on her journey.
gpt
I was amazed to find every one away. Ah, my dear Eugene! Cecil, how do you do?
human
Mrs. Latimer gave a nursery tea-party, explains Eugene,
gpt
Here is my old friend, Mrs. Wilbur, she says.
human
Tomorrow Mrs. Dayre and her daughter will be here. Is not Floyd home yet?
gpt
What a lovely child! exclaims Mrs. Wilbur.
human
Why, she looks something as Gertrude used, and I thought Gertrude a perfect blond fairy. Have you not a kiss for me, my dear?