human
At least, Mildred Lorimer wept,
gpt
--she lifted tragic, reproachful eyes to him--
human
Some day, said her husband, sturdily,
gpt
Stephen, how _can_ you? One of the 'Wild Kings'--I cannot bear it. I simply cannot bear it. She clutched at her hope.
human
She must go abroad even sooner than we planned--and _stay_ abroad. Stephen, you will make them keep it a secret from every one?
gpt
They've already told Carter. Told him just after they'd told me.
human
Oh, poor, poor Carter!
gpt
So, that's where the pointed patent leather pinches, Mildred?
human
What do you mean?
gpt
You've been hoping it would be Carter?
human
Dearest, I've looked upon them all as children.... It was the merest ... idea ... thought. Mrs. Van Meter is devoted to Honor, Carter is an unusual boy, and they're exceptional people. And he--of course, I mean in his boyish way--_adores_ Honor. This will be a cruel blow for him. She grieved.
gpt
Poor, frail boy....
human
I fancy Carter will not give up hope. There's nothing frail about his disposition. His will doesn't limp.
gpt
Well, I certainly hope he doesn't consider it final. I don't. I consider it a silly boy-and-girl piece of sentimental nonsense, and I shall do everything in my power to break it up. I consider that my child's happiness is at stake.
human
Yes, said her husband,