human
How handsome he looked, she said to herself resolutely.
gpt
How kind his face is, and how strong. I certainly am a very lucky girl. Yet somehow she seemed to know better than ever before what it was she was really doing in marrying this kind powerful man. Strong and placid and handsome as he undoubtedly was, the relaxation of sleep had revealed one thing very clearly to her. His face was as smooth, and more unlined than that of many much younger men whom she knew--the flesh looked firm and sound, and the muscles were shapely and did not sag, but she moved restlessly and leaning her head against the handrail on which a climbing rose had swung its first clumps of thick pink blossom.
human
He's old, she said,
gpt
In her security of perfect solitude she had, without knowing it, spoken aloud, and Oliver Wick, who had come down the passage noiselessly, on rubber-soled tennis shoes, heard her, without her having heard him, and for several minutes he stood in the doorway quite motionless, his white flannelled figure sharply outlined against the inner darkness, his tennis racquet in his hand, listening, as it seemed to him, to the repeated echo of her words. They seemed to go on for a long time, the words,
human
He is old--he is old.
gpt
Oh, it is you, she said ungraciously,
human
I thought you were coming to _dinner_, you and Jenny.
gpt
We are; Jenny is spending the night with Mrs. Gaskell-Walker, and I am at the Catherwoods.
human
I see. Will you come upstairs? Sir John is asleep in the drawing-room. He has sprained his ankle and is asleep.
gpt
I have a message for you, he went on, sitting down, pulling up the knees of his trousers,
human
Yes, I was sorry too, but I thought you quite understood that I was going to tea with Hermione.
gpt
No, I muddled it somehow, fool that I am. And about Monday, I am afraid it is no good after all, for she is going to Birmingham to see her grandmother, who is ill. She had a wire while I was there last night.
human
Oh, I am sorry, Grisel said stiffly, picking a cluster of pink roses and smelling them.
gpt
I hope the old lady will soon be better.
human
Oh, she'll be all right; they are a splendidly healthy family, the Wandsworths. It is her _mother's_ mother, you see.
gpt
Mrs. Perkins herself does not seem to be like the rest of them, then,
human
No, poor thing, she's the exception that proves the rule. She's always bemoaning it. However, they are trying massage now, a peculiar kind of massage and dumb-bells, and I really believe it is going to do her good.
gpt
I hope so, I am sure. Have you been playing tennis?
human
Yes, Joan Catherwood and I had four sets. She beat me hollow, too. How pretty these roses are!
gpt
Yes, aren't they; I love them.
human
Lovely things, he murmured in a rather maudlin voice.
gpt
I am glad you like them, Grisel.
human
Glad? Why?
gpt
My dear girl, he said,
human
Oh, of course, 'Dorothy Perkins,' she said shortly.
gpt
Come along in, it's too hot here.