human
Oh, I think I won't go down to the beach, she said, suddenly pausing at the foot of the stairs.
gpt
I must go right back.
human
Nothing of the sort, and Farnsworth grasped her arm and fairly marched her along the path to the gate.
gpt
You're not a quitter, I know, so what silly notion popped into your head just then?
human
Well, she parried,
gpt
All the more reason for snatching this chance to get acquainted.
human
Somebody might see us.
gpt
Let them. It's no crime to stroll down to the beach.
human
Somebody might object to my monopolising you like this.
gpt
Who, Mona?
human
No; not Mona.
gpt
Who, then?
human
Is there no one who might justly do so?
gpt
No, indeed! Unless Mrs. Parsons thinks I'm neglecting her.
human
Nonsense. I don't mean her. But, what about Miss Dow?
gpt
Daisy Dow! Well, Miss Fairfield, I'm a blunt Westerner, and I don't know how to say these things subtly, but when you imply that Daisy has any special interest in me, you do me undeserved honour. I've known her for years, and we're good chums, but she'd have no right to comment if I walked down to the sea, or into it, or across it. NOW, will you be good?