human
Mrs. Carew's orders was not to admit you, miss, if you came again,
gpt
How dare she!
human
But, really, miss, you know 'tain't right for you to follow Mr. Belmont right into his mother's house, remonstrated Jones, uneasily; and as she stared at him, he added, coaxingly:
gpt
You better go wait down there at the corner while I go tell Mr. Belmont that you want him.
human
Why, what do you mean?
gpt
Why, ain't you Ivan Belmont's--sweetheart, miss?
human
How dare you?
gpt
You--you asked for him that night when you came before; and Mrs. Carew--begging your pardon, miss--said you were _bad_, and told me to take you and throw you in the street.
human
So it was you that did it?
gpt
No, miss. I could not have treated a dog like that,