human
That is not Madeira, Hamilton; that is sherry. Some mistake.
gpt
What! cried Francis.
human
Wrong for once! It is Madeira, and old,—too old, I should say.
gpt
I thought I should puzzle you. I have but little of it left, and it is new to all of you. Two generations have disputed its parentage.
human
I might be mistaken, said Wilmington.
gpt
There are Madeiras so like some rare sherries as to puzzle any palate.
human
I myself, said Hamilton,
gpt
I leave you to settle it, said Chestnut, rising, well aware how long the talk would last.
human
The knowledge I have acquired has, of a verity, gone to my head,—I suppose because, as Miss M—— says, nature abhors a vacuum. Thank you for a delightful evening.
gpt
But sit down for five minutes, said Hamilton, who had risen with his guest.
human
There is a beautiful story about this wine. I must tell it, even if it be familiar to Wilmington as his own best joke.
gpt
Delighted,