human
Look here, Margaret, said she,
gpt
Masculine?
human
Not at all; copy me, my dear, I dress very well on horseback.
gpt
So you do at all times, I think,
human
Much obliged. I say, what do you think of Evan?
gpt
I should be so very likely to tell you truly,
human
Then I will tell you what to think of him, said Harriet,
gpt
How odd you are, Harriet.
human
Do you think so, ma mie? What a pretty Victorine you have--sable I see.
gpt
Now, Mr. Humphries--ha! ha! one cannot help laughing when one thinks of him--has a capital heart, but no head. Which do you like best, Margaret?
human
The heart,
gpt
But then, my dear, like most Englishmen, his nerves are actually made of pack thread; he has not a grain of sensibility. He is ugly. I tell Evan sometimes that he is ugly to a misfortune; but this man is ugly to a fault. But he is an excellent son to a very tiresome old mother; honest, good-natured, rich, obstinate. I do not know if he has any other qualities, or I would tell you. I think it my duty to walk you over the course, you perceive.
human
You make an excellent chaperon, Harriet.
gpt
But Margaret, said Harriet with a hurried change of manner,
human
I never knew anything so good as George coming here just now. It gives me pleasure to see that I can torment his pride, not his feelings; but his absurd haughty conceit, that I was to remain his slave under all treatment. I do not care for him the least atom, and I despise his coming to pry into my concerns, to investigate and to triumph in my distress, as he thinks, on Lucy's marriage. I can turn the tables on him, and I will!
gpt
Indeed, Harriet, said Margaret,