human
There is no foolishness about Bedelia. The jovial Mr. Brotherton attempts some pleasant hyperbole of speech, which the hostess ignores and the Doctor greets with a smile. Mrs. Nesbit leads the way to the piano, being a woman of purpose, and whisks the eldest Miss Morton upon a stool and has the hymn book opened in less time than it takes to tell how she did it. The Doctor and Laura stand watching the company, and perhaps they stand awkwardly; which prompts Mr. Brotherton in the goodness of his heart to say,
gpt
Doctor, won't you sit and hear the music?
human
No, the Doctor won't.
gpt
No, the Doctor won't.
human
That's all right, boys--that's all right; I may be satrap of Harvey and have the power of life and death over my subjects, but that's down town. Out here, I'm the minority report.
gpt
I suppose we may as well begin now.
human
Maud