human
He is the most modest man in the world,
gpt
Then why not spare his feelings?
human
Because I don’t believe in hiding a light under a bushel, returned Dolly, vigorously.
gpt
There is so little modesty left nowadays----
human
That you want to be rid of what there is,
gpt
That when I find it I think it a duty to recognize it,
human
Surely, he smiled, bowing again,
gpt
Madame De Castro has a good heart. That, he added to Alice, italicizing his words with an expressive forefinger,
human
he continued, raising his finger this time in mild admonition;
gpt
--Francis’s large eyes grew luminous in pantomime--
human
Brother Francis beat the skirt of his black gown with his hands, and shook it as if to dislodge the missing virtue. Then holding his empty palms upward and outward, and adding the dismay of his shoulders to the fancied situation, he asked:
gpt
Where is it? It is gone!
human
Which means we shouldn’t tempt Brother Francis’s modesty,
gpt
You are a Catholic? he said,
human
How did you know?
gpt
Mr. Kimberly.
human
Francis feels our pagan atmosphere so keenly, Kimberly said slowly,
gpt
He told me, continued Francis, with humor,
human
Which, of course, you did not do,
gpt
Mr. Kimberly didn’t understand that you kept on your old one out of humility, said Alice.
human
But how did you know anything about my religion?
gpt
Arthur De Castro is the culprit, answered Kimberly.
human
He told me some time ago.
gpt
You have a good memory.
human
For some things. Won’t you pour tea for Mrs. MacBirney, Dolly? Let us go downstairs, anyway.
gpt
Isn’t she nice? she whispered, nodding toward Alice as Alice disappeared with Kimberly.
human
You know Madame De Castro went to school in Paris with her mother, who was a De Gallon, and her father--Alice’s grandfather--was the last man in Louisville to wear a queue.
gpt
What was her father’s name?
human
Alice’s father was named Marshall. He and her mother both are dead. She has no near relatives.
gpt
I remember Marshall--he was a refiner.
human
Precisely; he met with reverses a few years ago.
gpt
Fine looking, he muttered, still looking after her much as the toothless giant looked after Christian as he passed his cave.
human
Fine looking.
gpt
Oh, you’re always thinking about fine looks! She is nice.
human
Is she?