human
Good day, Miss Grandon, he says, with a low bow.
gpt
I thought of coming down to call on you. Have you given up all your old habits of designing? We have some large orders and I am quite in trouble about patterns,--I suppose your brother told you?
human
Oh, he never tells _me_ anything! with an assumed air of disdain.
gpt
And he would be sure to consult Mrs. Grandon, who draws a little, like every school girl!
human
I dare say he never gave it a second thought, returns Wilmarth, in a reflective manner.
gpt
Well, _have_ you given it up?
human
I have been painting in oils for the last year or two, and nose and chin indulge in an extra tilt.
gpt
I dare say I _could_ design, though.
human
Well, bring some in, if you can. I believe my brain begins to get rusty. Will you come--soon? You will always find me in my office.