human
Leah, said Lady Canvey,
gpt
I rather like cats myself, she observed casually.
human
They know what they want.
gpt
But they don't always get it, my dear, snapped Lady Canvey; adding inconsequently,
human
I don't think that's an original remark, said Leah, languidly, and loosening her furs, for the room really was heated like the conservatory, in which the lovers talked Chinese metaphysics.
gpt
Didn't George Eliot say something of the sort?
human
I never knew him, retorted Lady Canvey, wilfully dense.
gpt
You and your Chinese metaphysics indeed! I won't have it----
human
Have them,
gpt
Joan is the daughter of Lionel's vicar.
human
I see, and he intends to be the vicar's son-in-law.
gpt
What is that to you?
human
News! expressed Lady Jim, serenely.
gpt
I never knew such a prig as Lionel could fall in love.
human
His love is the love of an honest man,
gpt
I hope so, for the sake of his cloth.
human
Chinese metaphysics indeed! grumbled Lady Canvey.
gpt
The poor child did not know what you meant.
human
She certainly seems to be somewhat dull.
gpt
Dull yourself, Leah. She's a sweet-tempered, good, thoughtful girl.
human
Oh, I didn't mean to say she was so dull as all those qualities imply,