human
Oh! you're here--are you? said Pet, composedly, after her first prolonged stare.
gpt
I must say, it shows a great deal of delicacy and politeness on your part to enter a young lady's sleeping-apartment after this fashion. What new mischief has your patron saint with the cloven foot put you up to now?
human
Saucy as ever, little wasp! You should be careful how you talk now, knowing you are in my power.
gpt
Should I, indeed? Don't you think you see me afraid of you, Mr. Garnet? Just fancy me, with my finger in my mouth and my eyes cast down, trembling before any man, much less you! Ha, ha, ha! don't you hope you may live to see it?
human
It is in my power to make you afraid of me! You are here a captive, beyond all hope of escape--mind, beyond the power of heaven and earth to free you. Say, then, beautiful dragon-fly, radiant little fay, how are you to defy me? Your hour of triumph has passed, though you seem not to know it. You have queened it right royally long enough. My turn has come at last. I have conquered the conqueress, caged the eaglet, tamed the wild queen of the kelpies, won the most beautiful, enchanting, intoxicating fairy that ever inflamed the heart or set on fire the brain of man.
gpt
Yes--boast! said Pet, getting up and composedly beginning to twine her curls over her fingers.
human
But self-praise is no recommendation. If by all those names you mean me, let me tell you not to be too sure even yet. It's not right to cheer until you are out of the woods, you know, Mr. Garnet; and, really, you're not such a lady-killer, after all, as you think yourself. You can't hold fire without burning your fingers, Mr. Garnet, as you'll find, if you attempt any nonsense with me. So, your honor's worship, the best thing you can do is, to go off to your boon companions, and mind your own business for the future, and leave me to finish my nap.
gpt
Sorry to refuse your polite request, Miss Lawless, he said, with a sneer;