human
Dinner, my Lord;
gpt
Mr. Titmouse, will you give your arm to the Lady Cecilia? said the earl, motioning him to the sofa. Up jumped Titmouse, and approached hastily the recumbent beauty; who languidly arose, arranged her train with one hand, and with the other, having drawn on her glove, just barely touched the proffered arm of Titmouse, extended towards her at a very acute angle, and at right angles with his own body--stammering,
human
Honor to take your Ladyship--uncommon proud--this way, my Lady.