human
I think, said Sir John mildly,
gpt
That girl, he said hoarsely,
human
That's true, she whispered,
gpt
But John?
human
Yes.
gpt
Don't you sometimes feel dreadfully _jealous_ of her?
human
I? God bless my soul, _no_! But a very sweet smile, a smile she had not seen shed on her for many, many years, lit up his face.
gpt
We'll have to think more of one another, and less of the boy--eh, my dear?