human
But, my dear madam, said Owen,
gpt
Oh, Mr. Rivers, I am surprised you know so little of the world! May is a mere child: peculiarly childish for her age. Besides, even supposing she definitively rejected Mr. Bragg, there will be other good matches open to her _now_. The death of my poor cousin Lucius has made a vast difference in all that, as you must be well aware.
human
To me, Mrs. Dormer-Smith, it has made no difference. May is herself. That is why I love her. She is not in the least transfigured, in my imagination, by being the daughter of a man who may, or may not, be Lord Castlecombe at some future day!
gpt
Oh, said Mrs. Dormer-Smith, shaking her head with the old plaintive air,
human
Good heavens! cried Owen, in despair,