human
Well, I am here, Mother.
gpt
Ay, but you scarce ever come. 'Tis ever so long that we have not seen you. 'Tis cruel of my Lord Oxford thus to keep you away from your poor mother.
human
My Lord Oxford has less to do with it, my dear, than Mr Aubrey Louvaine, said her sister.
gpt
Young men don't commonly reckon their mothers' company the sweetest. They never know on which side their bread's buttered.
human
No butter will stick on my bread, Aunt,
gpt
Well! said she, as the result of her inspection,
human
You set it down they be Papistical somewhat too soon, Aunt, said Aubrey a little irritably.
gpt
Mr Winter and his friends, if they be whom you hit at, be gone away into the country, and I have not seen them this some time.
human
What said my Lady Oxford to the matter, Aubrey?
gpt
Truly, Madam, I have not yet made the inquiration. My Lady is at this time full of business, and seeing my friends were away, I thought you should not require haste.
human
Be quiet! I have not told any falsehood.
gpt
I would not have you to chafe your Lady, if she have no time to listen, said Lady Louvaine, with a disappointed look: