human
Is there more than one sea, then? she inquired of him with interest.
gpt
I thought there was only mine. It is a very large one with high waves--and cold,
human
You did not tell me your other name,
gpt
Joséphine,
human
But you have another still?
gpt
Yes. Dolores,
human
And the last name?
gpt
That is all there are, she assured him,
human
Listen to me, Miss Margarita, he said slowly and with exaggerated articulation, as one speaks to a child,
gpt
I told you we lived by the sea--did you forget? she answered, a shade reprovingly.
human
There is no town at all. And there are no people. We live alone.
gpt
But your servants must have called him something?
human
Hester called my father 'sir' and the boy cannot talk, of course,
gpt
Why not?
human
Because he is dumb. His name is Caliban, she added hastily,
gpt
What is Hester's name?
human
Hester Prynne, said Margarita Joséphine Dolores,
gpt
For heaven's sake, Roger cried,
human
because the new one is filled with people who endeavour consistently to look newer than they are, I suppose. The wine is newer certainly, and the manners. At this place, then, in a quaint old corner, they found themselves, and Roger bespoke a meal calculated to please a young woman far more exigent than this lonely dweller by the sea was likely to be. The clearest of soups, the driest of sherry in a tiny glass, something called by the respectful and understanding waiter