human
I beg your pardon, sir, said Arnold,
gpt
Mr. Emblem is most anxious to see you. Would you step upstairs?
human
Quick, Mr. Farrar--quick, the old man held him tight by the hand.
gpt
Tell me before my memory runs away with me again--tell me. Listen, Iris! Yet it doesn't matter, because you have already--Tell me-- He seemed about to wander again, but he pulled himself together with a great effort.
human
You knew my son-in-law before his marriage?
gpt
Surely, Mr. Emblem; I knew your son-in-law, and his father, and all his people.
human
And his name was not Aglen, at all?
gpt
No; he took the name of Aglen from a fancied feeling of pride when he quarreled with his father about--well, it was about his marriage, as you know, Mr. Emblem; he came to London, and tried to make his way by writing, and thought to do it, and either to hide a failure or brighten a success, by using a pseudonym. People were more jealous about their names in those days. He had better, added the unsuccessful veteran of letters,
human
--he looked about him for a fitting simile--
gpt
Then, sir, said Arnold,
human
His name was Claude Deseret, of course.
gpt
Iris, said Arnold, taking her hand,