human
I thought you had so much company, he said one afternoon to Sylvia, when they happened to be alone.
gpt
I have been coming and going now for ten days, and have seen no one.
human
These ten days were reserved for the Storms, replied Miss Pitcher.
gpt
But old Mrs. Storm fell ill at Baden-Baden, and what could they do?
human
Take care of her, I should say.
gpt
Gilbert Storm was poignantly disappointed. He is, I think, on the whole, the best among Katharine's _outside_ admirers.
human
Then there are inside ones?
gpt
Several. You know Mr. Winthrop was thirty-five years older than Katharine. It was hardly to be expected, therefore, that she should love him--I mean in the _true_ way.
human
Whatever she might have done in the false.
gpt
You are too cynical, my dear boy. There was nothing false about it; Katharine was simply a child. He was very fond of her, I assure you. And died most happily.
human
For all concerned.
gpt
Any news?
human
No, replied the younger lady.
gpt
Nothing ever happens any more.
human
That is true,
gpt
Sylvia watched the little boat float up and down for twenty; then she returned to the house and read for forty more. When Sylvia was down-stairs she read the third canto of
human
Childe Harold ; in her own room she kept a private supply of the works of Miss Yonge. At ten Katharine entered.
gpt
Has John gone?
human
Yes; he came to the door, but would not come in.
gpt
I wish he would come and stay. He might as well; he is here every day.
human
That is the very point; he also goes every day,
gpt
When do you expect the Carrols?
human
Not until October.
gpt
Miss Jay has written, pursued Mrs. Winthrop, her eyes still fixed absently on the carpet.
human
But I answered, asking her to wait until October, when the Carrols would be here. It will be much pleasanter for them both.
gpt
She has put them off! thought the little aunt.
human
She does not want any one here just at present.