human
We miss Mr. Willoughby sadly, observed Mrs. Goldsworthy, with a sigh, as she detached a slice.
gpt
Only last night he was here.
human
I cannot say _I_ miss him,
gpt
You do not? Pray tell us why?
human
Well, he's so black-letter; so early-English; so 'Merrily sungen the monks of Ely.' In Baedeker, you know.
gpt
He is very deep, if you mean that,
human
Deep? I should call him wide; he is all over the place. If you speak of a cat, he replies with a cataract; of a plate, with Plato; of the cream, with cremation. I don't see how he manages to live in England at all; there isn't standing-room there for his feet. But perhaps he soars; he is a sort of a Cupid, you know. What will become of him if they make him a bishop? For how can a bishop flirt? The utmost he can do is to say, 'I will see you after service in the vestry.'