human
For the sake of feeling myself picked up and carried along by something quite outside myself, something I am powerless to analyze, or to master; yet something that I can help to express,
gpt
Must feel a good deal like getting drunk, he commented gravely.
human
And _à propos des bottes_, Beatrix is at home again.
gpt
When did she come?
human
She landed, ten days ago, and they went right to the new house. She is going to send out cards for Mondays in May; but, meanwhile, we are coming in for an earlier event. There's a note at your rooms now, asking you to dine with them, next Monday.
gpt
How do you know?
human
Because, like a coy maiden, I named the day. It is a sort of post-nuptial event, the maid of honor, the best man, and the master of ceremonies, meaning myself. She wasn't going to ask me, because it would spoil the number; but I told her I would make a point of being there, and that Monday was my most convenient day. It will give us our first chance to talk over the wedding.
gpt
How does she--Mrs. Lorimer look?
human
She Mrs. Lorimer looks very natural, Bobby replied gravely.
gpt
As a rule, we only say a person looks natural after his demise; but I assure you that Beatrix is very much alive.
human
And happy?
gpt
As happy as one always is at landing after five days of acute sea-sickness. They pursued a storm, all the way home. They didn't catch it, though, except in the figurative sense of our remote childhood. I never saw Beatrix look so happy in her life as when she planted her second foot safely on the pier.
human
What about Lorimer?
gpt
Oh, he's all right,