human
My employer will find me late, I fear, my dear baroness,
gpt
Better late than wholly unsuccessful, she rejoined, still smiling.
human
Tell me, my friend, suppose you had come hither and knocked at my door?
gpt
Perhaps I might not have been so clumsy,
human
Confess it! she smiled.
gpt
Had you come here and seen the exterior only, you would have felt yourself part of a great mistake. You would have gone away.
human
Perhaps not, I argued.
gpt
I have much confidence in my chief's acquaintance with his own purposes and his own facts. Yet I confess I should not have sought madam the baroness in this neighborhood. If England provides us so beautiful a picture, why could she not afford a frame more suitable? Why is England so secret with us?