human
And so you really forgive me, Edith! said I, bending over the lady of my love, as she sate creating worsted roses in a parterre of gossamer canvass:
gpt
You are not angry at what happened the other day at that unlucky encounter on the sands?
human
Have I not said already that I forgive you? replied Edith.
gpt
Is it necessary that I should assure you twice?
human
Charming Miss Bogle! you do not know how happy you have made me.
gpt
Pray, don't lean over me so, or you'll make me spoil my work. See--I have absolutely put something like a caterpillar into the heart of this rosebud!
human
Never, dearest Edith, may any caterpillar prey upon the rosebud of your happiness. How curious! Do you know, the outline of that sketch reminds me forcibly of the countenance of Roper?
gpt
Mr M'Whirter!
human
Nay, I was merely jesting. Pray, Miss Bogle, what are your favourite colours?
gpt
Peach-blossom and scarlet; but why do you ask?
human
Do not press me for an explanation--it will come early enough. And now, Edith, I must bid you adieu.
gpt
So soon? Cannot you spare a single hour from your military duties? Bless me, how pale you are looking! Are you sure you are quite well?
human
Quite--that is to say a little shaken in the nerves or so. This continued exertion
gpt
Do you mean at mess? Mr Roper told me sad stories about your proceedings two nights ago.
human
Oh, pooh--nonsense! You will certainly then appear at the races?
gpt
You may depend upon me.