human
I--I--hope his Lordship's been saying a good word for me, Lady Cicely?
gpt
My father mentioned your name to me yesterday,
human
said Titmouse, trying desperately to look at his ease.
gpt
Here ensued another pause.
human
Everybody must have a beginning, you know. 'Pon my solemn honor, Lady Cicely, all he said about me is quite true. Profoundly as was Lady Cecilia depressed, she looked up at Titmouse for a moment with evident surprise.
gpt
Now, Lady Cicely, just as between friends, didn't he tell you something _very_ particular about me? Didn't he? Eh?
human
I dare say, Lady Cicely, though somehow you look sad enough, you a'n't _vexed_ to see me here? Eh? There's many and many a woman in London that would--but it's no use now. 'Pon my soul, I love you, I do, Lady Cicely;
gpt
I know it's--it's a monstrous unpleasant piece of--I mean, it's an awkward thing to do; but I hope you love _me_, Lady Cicely, eh! a little? Her head hung down, and a very scalding tear oozed out and trickled down her cheek.
human
Hope you aren't sorry, dear Lady Cicely? _I'm_ most uncommon proud and happy! Come, Lady Cicely.