human
As ever, yours devotedly,
gpt
Oh, dear! oh, dear! he may be here any moment, and I am in a quandary as to what I shall do with him. This little settling up of one's _affaires de coeur_ is distasteful, but I have not been a bit to blame here,
human
Oh, I can assure you, Mrs. Dale, she had scarcely any waist covering at all, said Mrs. Smyth, in disgust,
gpt
Who is the woman this time, dear? asked Mrs. Gower, amusedly, as she fastened some camellias to her gown;
human
Oh, that Mrs. St. Clair. Miss Hall walked down with me as far as College Street this morning, and she says, or rather mouthed, for she is too full of affectation to speak plain, but managed to convey that Mrs. St. Clair's dress began too late during the Langtry season. Her dress was _couleur de rose_ (what there was of it), no sleeves, well there was an invisible band, Miss Hall said (I wondered at her, the way she talked, as she is so thick there). Now, what do you think of Mrs. St. Clair, Elaine?
gpt
I think that she would be the cynosure of all eyes--men's, for she is very fair to look upon.
human
But, Elaine, she is enamelled! Miss Hall's description reminded me of how an American paper describes such--as if they in their opera boxes sat in a bath tub.
gpt
Oh, that's hard, said Mrs. Dale;
human
No, it was that horrid boy's night off, I suppose, for his father was on duty; the little wretch nearly gave me cancer; the two Wilber girls and our Mr. Buckingham were the party; oh, Elaine, it's most absurd, but Mr. Buckingham is the 'foreign count' gossip said Mr. St. Clair is jealous of.
gpt
I am not surprised; all Grundy's scandal brews are a froth of lies, Lilian.
human
But it _is_ true that Mrs. St. Clair flirts and enamels.
gpt
If so, she is very pretty, and has a husband with an eagle eye--and, she added gaily,
human
Well, good-bye, it is getting near our dinner hour, I must off; and, as I live, here is the King from Ottawa; you are here opportunely to play gooseberry, Mrs. Dale; oh, I must tell you, you know, how quiet Mrs. Tremaine is. Well, she went back in the dark last Sunday evening for her dolman, it was so cold, but when she hung it over the front of the pew it proved to be the Captain's trousers!
gpt
How do you do, dear Mrs. Gower?
human
And you come to a spire-crowned one, at which, Mr. King, don't become unduly elevated.
gpt
I am in the heights,
human
Then beware of the attraction of gravitation, laughed his hostess, thinking,
gpt
I shall have to do a little fencing, I can see by his face.
human
Excuse me, Elaine, I see my family are arriving.
gpt
Quite a cavalcade, Mr. King,
human
And mercy me, that young monkey is on horseback, while the driver is giving his attention to bell ringing; I must fly. May I bring them upstairs, Elaine?
gpt
Certainly, dear; and as your colony will want you all to themselves, send Miss Crew to the drawing-room; she will be happy with the piano.
human
How handsome he is; I wonder if he thought me uneven,
gpt
Thank heaven, they are all despatched, he said, fervently, leaning over the back of her chair;
human
You are; and turning her face, her cheek was brushed by his whiskers;
gpt
Why, what have I done; don't send me away, when my heart is bursting to take you in my arms.
human
With your temperament, how full, metaphorically speaking, your arms must be.
gpt
No, no; you only, with your warm eyes and handsome mouth.
human
Come, come; no more of this, Mr. King.
gpt
Since when have you dropped Cyril; I cannot bear my surname from your lips.
human
Yes, yes, you have; but you magnetized me from the first, and had it not been for that meddling fellow, Dubois, telling you, I believe, dearest, you would have learned to love me, wholly, and alone.
gpt
Thank heaven he did tell me, and in time.
human
I think there has been every excuse for me, dearest; you are aware of the circumstances of my marriage; then, after fifteen years of _such_ wedded bliss, I find you, my heart's mate. I often think how tame life is before the meeting with the one that is to fill one's being with rapturous content; well, if they come to one while one has one's freedom, if not, what miserable loneliness; what an array of jealous fears. Do not turn me out of some corner in your heart, Elaine, he pleaded,