human
There they go!
gpt
There who go, Sibyl?
human
The one who wants to marry the other, replied Sibyl.
gpt
Hush, mother, we are not to know, we are to be quite blind. Aren't you awfully incited?
human
You are a very silly, rude little girl, replied the mother.
gpt
You must not make the sort of remarks you are always making to Mr. Rochester and Lady Helen. Such remarks are in very bad form. Now, don't take even the slightest notice when they return.
human
Aren't I to speak to them?
gpt
Of course, but you are not to say anything special.
human
Oh, nothing special. Am I to talk about the weather?
gpt
No; don't be such a little goose.
human
I always notice, replied Sibyl, softly,
gpt
About it?
human
Their love, mother, their love for--for each other.
gpt
Who may the one be who is supposed to understand?
human
Me, mother,
gpt
You are a most ridiculous little girl, she said.
human
Now, listen; you are not to take any notice when they come back. They are not engaged; perhaps they never will be. Anyhow, you will make yourself an intensely disagreeable child if you make such remarks as you have already made. Do you understand?
gpt
You has put it plain, mother, replied Sibyl.
human
I think I do. Now, let's look at the flowers.
gpt
I have ordered the landlord of the inn to serve tea on the lawn, continued Mrs. Ogilvie.
human
Is it not nice to feel that we are going to have tea on our own lawn, Sibyl?
gpt
It's lovely!
human
I am devoted to the country, continued the mother;
gpt
So I think, too, replied Sibyl.
human
I love the country. We'll have all the very poorest people down here, won't we, mother?
gpt
What do you mean?
human
All the people who want to be made happy; Mr. and Mrs. Holman, and the other faded old people in the almshouses that I went to see one time with Miss Winstead.
gpt
Now you are talking in your silly way again, replied Mrs. Ogilvie.
human
You make me quite cross when you talk of that old couple, Mr. and Mrs. Holman.
gpt
But, mother, why aren't they to be rich if we are to be rich? Do you know that Mrs. Holman is saving up her money to buy some of the gold out of father's mine. She expects to get two hundred pounds instead of one. It's very puzzling, and yet I seem to understand. Oh, here comes Mr. Landlord with the tea-things. How inciting!