human
It will be very pleasant for you, grandfather, said she,
gpt
she continued, musingly,
human
I hardly imagine it could have been. I think I should have noticed him, and remembered. Don’t you think you would have noticed him, grandfather? He is not like any one else—I mean he is not the kind of person you would pass in the street without remarking—I don’t think you would forget. Oh, yes, I am very glad for your sake, grandfather, that you have made his acquaintance; and I hope you will become good friends—although he is young. You want some one to talk to—and not that dreadful Hobson—I can’t bear your talking to Hobson, grandfather—
gpt
I am no respecter of persons, Maisrie, said the old man, pompously,
human
But that is just the worst of Hobson, grandfather! she exclaimed.
gpt
His fawning and cringing is so despicable. He is not a man at all. And you should tell him the truth about those verses of his, grandfather: I can’t imagine how you see anything in them—
human
There have been worse—there have been worse, said Mr. Bethune, with a magnanimous toleration.
gpt
And on the two occasions on which I got the _Chronicle_ to let him see himself in print, the gratitude of the poor creature was quite pathetic. A little act of kindness is never thrown away, Maisrie, my dear. So now you’ll just get out your violin, and for a little while we will cross the Border, and forget that we are here in the heart of this stifling London.