human
Good evening, Miss Russell, he exclaimed a little nervously, as he advanced with some trepidation to where she was seated.
gpt
Is your father at home?
human
He has not returned from the field yet, she replied.
gpt
Do you want to see him?
human
No—that is—not particularly, he replied, with a confused look. Then suddenly, as if recollecting himself, he added,
gpt
I have been thinking, my dear Miss Russell, how much happier I should be with a good wife to look after me, and care for all my wants; and I have seen no woman I should so much like to make my wife as—you! And what I want to ask is, whether you are willing to accept me for a husband? I am a plain man, with very little polish on me, and know very little of the arts by which a girl’s love is usually won; but if you will consent to be my wife, I think I can promise to make you a good husband, and I don’t think you will ever have any cause to regret it.