human
Mr. Spencer, continued Henrietta, with a demure glance at Sally,
gpt
He is very apt to be, I think, she remarked briefly.
human
What did Dick do? He said he was not going to race.
gpt
Yes, that's what he told Mr. Spencer, and Mr. Spencer said, in a disagreeable kind of way, 'You promised Sally, I suppose.' And Dick--Mr. Torrington--smiled and his eyes wrinkled. I think he was laughing at Mr. Spencer--at the pet he was in. Don't you, Sally?
human
And Dick--I must ask Mr. Torrington's pardon, but I hear him spoken of as Dick so often that I forget--Mr. Torrington told him, in his slow, quiet way, that he hadn't exactly promised you; that, in fact, he had warned you that his horse was spirited and somewhat fractious and he might not be able to hold him. He had warned somebody, anyway, and he thought it was you. It wasn't you, at all, Sally. It was I, but I didn't enlighten him.
gpt
I knew, very well, that he would, Sally observed.
human
So he raced with Jane?
gpt
With Mr. Spencer, Henrietta corrected.
human
Do you call him Jane? How funny! And we beat him and he went off in a shocking temper, for Dick laughed at him, but very gently.
gpt
I'm not sure that would not be all the harder for Jane. I suppose you were glad to beat him.
human
Why, of course, said Henrietta, in surprise.
gpt
Wouldn't you have been?
human
I suppose so. It wouldn't have made any particular difference whether you beat him or not.