human
Oh, here you are,
gpt
Oh, it is _you_.
human
Yes, it is me, Wick answered britannically.
gpt
Oh, Grisel, Grisel, do look at that moon----
human
Where is--Sir John? Mother said he was here waiting for me.
gpt
Grisel, I love you!
human
Oliver, you are crazy!
gpt
No, sit down on the bench.
human
Thanks, I'd rather not, I must go in----
gpt
Sit down----
human
No, thanks.
gpt
Grisel, sit down.
human
No.
gpt
Grisel, sit down!
human
Did you hear what I said a minute ago?
gpt
Not being deaf, I did. What they call lunal madness, I suppose.
human
Lunar, no such word as lunal. Grisel, I love you.
gpt
Really, she protested,
human
I must go in.
gpt
Grisel, I----
human
I, she broke out furiously,
gpt
Yell then, it will do you good. Yell like hell. And you love me.
human
I don't. What an abominable thing to say. How--how----
gpt
How dare I? Easy. Almost as easy as looking at you, my pretty. Grisel, we love each other.
human
I cannot help laughing, you are such an idiot, she said,
gpt
John be damned.
human
How hateful you are.
gpt
I am not hateful, darling. I am your true love.
human
Oh, Oliver, she cried in despair, her feelings so varied, and so entangled, that she could not straighten them out.
gpt
What about Dorothy Perkins?
human
Dorothy Perkins is a flower.
gpt
A--a what?
human
Oliver, she laid her hand on his arm and peered anxiously into his face.
gpt
What is the matter with you? Aren't you well?
human
Yes, dear, I am well, but she _is_ a creeper. He stretched out his arm and pointed.
gpt
There she is on the steps.
human
Grisel, darling, that rose, that rose climbing on the steps, is the only Dorothy Perkins I know.
gpt
But----
human
No, it is true. I--I made her up, my little darling.
gpt
How could you make her up? she wailed.
human
You could not make up a girl!
gpt
But she isn't a girl, sweetheart. I invented her, to make you jealous.