human
A very agreeable young man, that, said Mr. Bethune, with decision, as he rose to his feet and intimated to his granddaughter that they had better set forth again.
gpt
Frank in manner, gentle, courteous, intelligent, too—very different from most of the young men of the day.
human
What—don’t you think so, Maisrie?
gpt
I think, she answered, a little proudly,
human
Impertinence? Nonsense! Nonsense! Frankness and neighbourliness—that was all; no intrusion, none: a more modest young man I have never met. And as for his coming up to speak to me, why, bless my life, that merely shows the humanizing effects of travel. It is like people meeting at a table d’hôte; and what is the world but a big table d’hôte, where you speak with your neighbour for a little while, and go your way, and forget him? Confidence?—impertinence?—nonsense! He was natural, unaffected, outspoken, as a young man should be: in fact, I found myself on such friendly terms with him that I forgot to thank him for the little service he did us—did you, I should say. Bashfulness, Maisrie, he continued, in his more sententious manner,