human
Gertrude, Violet begins, in her gentle tone that ought to be oil upon the waters,
gpt
No, dear, answers Gertrude, with a kindliness in her voice.
human
You must wear a short walking-dress. You are going to take a journey, and trains are relegated to carriages. You can indulge in white at the neck and wrists. In fact, there is no need of your wearing black tulle any more. And Briggs will get you a bunch of chrysanthemums for your belt.
gpt
You can't expect to rival Madame Lepelletier,
human
No, I could never do that,
gpt
Except on the _one_ great occasion,
human
When was that?
gpt
Marcia!
human
Why shouldn't she be proud of her victory? Any woman would. All women are delighted to catch husbands! I dare say Madame Lepelletier would have enjoyed being Mrs. Floyd Grandon.
gpt
Marcia, do not make such an idiot of yourself!
human
You do not mean, she says,
gpt
She does not mean anything----
human
I _do_ mean something, too, if you please, _Miss_ Grandon, with a bitter emphasis on the Miss.
gpt
And I think turn about fair play. She jilted Floyd and he jilted her, it amounts to just that, and for once Violet came off best, though I doubt----