human
Jack, she said,
gpt
I want to see the Tower of London and Westminster Abbey most.
human
And then, Phil?
gpt
Then I should like to see a play.
human
Would Mr. Jagenal allow me to take you to the Tower of London? Now, Phil--this afternoon?
gpt
Shall we go now, Jack? How delightful! Of course Mr. Jagenal will allow me. I will be five minutes putting on my hat.
human
Now, that's wrong too, said Jack to himself.
gpt
It is as wrong as calling her Phil. It's worse than wanting to kiss her, because the kiss never came off. I can't help it--it's pleasant. What will Colquhoun say when he comes home? Phil is sure to tell him everything. Jack Dunquerque, my boy, there will be a day of reckoning for you. Already, Phil? By Jove! how nice you look!
human
Do I, Jack? Do you like my hat? I bought it with Mrs. Cassilis the other day.
gpt
Look at yourself in the glass, Phil. What do you see?
human
There was a little maid of Arcadia once, Phil, and she grew up so beautiful that all the birds fell in love with her. There were no other creatures except birds to fall in love with her, because her sheep were too busy fattening themselves for the Corinthian cattle-market to pay any attention to her. They were conscientious sheep, you see, and wished to do credit to the Arcadian pastures.
gpt
Well, Jack?
human
Well Phil, the birds flew about in the woods, singing to each other how lovely she was, how prettily she played, and how sweetly she sang. Nobody understood what they said, but it pleased this little maid. Presently she grew a tall maid, like yourself, Phil. And then she came out into the world. She was just like you, Phil; she had the same bright eyes, and the same laugh, and the same identical sunlit face; and O Phil, she had your very same charming ways!
gpt
Jack, do you really mean it? Do you like my face, and are my ways really and truly not rough and awkward?