human
Twelve o'clock! I say Harriet, would you mind Everard looking after you, while I went to smoke a cigar?
gpt
Oh! hear him--how profane he is! sobbed Harriet,
human
Well, I will not if you have any dislike--
gpt
By Jove, I must be off now,
human
No! for Heaven's sake don't be imprudent, Captain Smithson, cried Lucy, looking up,
gpt
And if you are, said Harriet, drying her eyes,
human
No, no, come with me Smithson, said Mr. Gage.
gpt
There Harriet. I am sure you don't mind it now, only look at Miss Capel.