human
I wonder if he is a grandson of old Adam Morgan, said Miss Harrison, who was genealogical and reminiscent.
gpt
If he is, I should like to see him. Has he a Roman nose?
human
I think not,
gpt
Well, describe him, then.
human
He is of medium height, neither slender nor stout; he is light, with rather peculiar eyes because they are so blue--a deep, dull blue, like old china; but they are not large, and he does not fully open them. He has a long, light mustache, no beard, and very closely cut hair.
gpt
He must be good-looking.
human
No; he is not, especially. He may be anywhere between thirty and forty; his hair in a cross-light shows a slight tinge of gray. He looks fatigued; he looks cynical. I should not be surprised if he were selfish. I do not like him.
gpt
But if he should be the grandson of old Adam, I should have to invite him to dinner, said Miss Harrison, reflectively.
human
I could not do less, I think.
gpt
I won't poison the soup. But Morgan is a common name, Aunt Ruth; this is the fourth Morgan I have met here this spring. There isn't one chance in a thousand that he belongs to the family you know. She was smiling as she spoke, but did not explain her smile; she was thinking that
human
Morgan was also the name signed to that letter locked in her writing-desk--a letter whose expressions she now knew quite well, having obeyed Mrs. Lovell's injunction to