human
Yes, she said,
gpt
Mrs. Lovegrove, dear Peachie Porcher asked me just to run across as she has missed your last two afternoons, lest you should think her neglectful. I am well aware I am but a poor substitute for Peachie--no compliments now, Mr. Lovegrove, if you please!
human
Mrs. Porcher is in good health, I trust
gpt
At present, yes, I am happy to say, thank you. But how long it will continue, Miss Hart spoke impressively--
human
Indeed, George Lovegrove inquired anxiously.
gpt
You don't tell me so? Nothing wrong, I trust.
human
Well, as I always tell her, her sense of duty amounts almost to a fault--so unselfish, so conscientious, it brings tears to my eyes often at times. I hope it is appreciated in the right quarter--I do hope that, Mr. Lovegrove.
gpt
There is much ingratitude in the world, Miss Hart, I fear,
human
So there is, Mrs. Lovegrove, Eliza responded warmly.
gpt
And nobody is a more speaking example of that truth than Peachie Porcher. When I think of all she went through during her married life, and yet so unsuspicious, so trusting--it is enough to melt an iceberg, that it is, Mrs. Lovegrove. Now, as I was saying to her only this morning, 'You must study yourself a little, get out in the air, take a peep at the shops, and have some amusement.' But her reply is always the same.--'No, Liz, dear,' she says, 'not at the present time, thank you. I know the duties of my position as mistress of Cedar Lodge. When any one of our gentlemen is ailing, my place is at home. I must remain in the house in case of a sudden emergency. I should not have an easy moment away from the place,' she says.
human
Very affecting, is it not?