human
She is so refined,
gpt
The perfection of refinement,
human
And very graceful.
gpt
It is a pleasure to see her move, is it not?
human
She has plenty of spirit too, and wit.
gpt
Yes, indeed. In whatever company she is, she makes her mark.
human
And it is never a black and blue one either, responded Hilda, passing her handkerchief over her lips as she returned the rapt gaze of the earnest face drinking in her words.
gpt
There is so much in that. Her wit could never hurt. Her uniform, considerate kindness is her most prominent trait.
human
Yes, responded Page, faithfully antiphonal.
gpt
Only a pure, true heart like hers could prompt such behavior.
human
There is a subtle charm and stimulus in her society.
gpt
And a restfulness, a satisfaction. It is hard to word it, but you have felt it; you recognize it. One can only say, it is good to be in her presence.
human
Gorham Page, she said, gazing at him with sparkling eyes, and rising,
gpt
No,
human
Not out there!
gpt
Oh, he answered mildly.
human
I thought perhaps Blitzen had killed Electra.
gpt
It is time you arrived, said Gorham, vaguely smiling.
human
I haven’t the least idea what ails Hilda.
gpt
Gorham thought—thought that—that perhaps Blitzen—had killed Electra,
human
How intensely amusing, remarked Robert.
gpt
This girl is tired to death, Gorham, he went on, patting his wife’s convulsed shoulder.
human
She thinks she doesn’t want to go home, but I know it is time. Mrs. Van Tassel urges our remaining. What a spirit of sunshine she is! If ever there was an angel in a house, she is one.