human
Guy! Guy! she cried breathlessly,
gpt
Who wants me, Ellen?
human
A lady, dressed in the most elegant and expensive mourning--a real lady, Guy; and she has come about that advertisement, and she wants to see you.
gpt
What is she like, Mrs. Darking? inquired the painter--
human
Young, I should think; but she hides her face behind a thick veil, as if she didn't want to be known. Come, Guy.