human
Observe the very fat Mrs. Pottinger in the brocaded gown and Mrs. Markham with a whole dish of grapes and currants upon her head; and their well-bred daughters whispering together on that ottoman--comparing notes about you, I have no doubt! I tell my uncle he need never expect me to pay any attention to this sort of guests. I hardly know who shall take me in to dinner. Colonel Markham drawls so, and Mr. Pottinger speaks through his nose. Then Mr. Baxter is so fat, and the seal--oh! I see Evan has caught somebody that will do to walk across the room with. Uncle Singleton, let that black-looking man take me in to dinner. Evan, I wish to introduce you to Miss Capel.
gpt
Delighted,
human
You will also take Miss Capel in to dinner.
gpt
Delighted.
human
And, oh! in case I don't come near you again, be careful that you make Mr. Humphries sing in the evening.
gpt
Delighted.
human
Evan is not a fool, said Harriet, turning to Margaret,
gpt
Gordon.
human
Oh, good Heaven! A Scotchman! I retract, Margaret, I will have Colonel Markham; though he drawls, he says very little; and anything is better than the brogue. What is he, this Scotchman?
gpt
Nothing.
human
Worse and worse. I detest a man without an occupation; and now I look at him, I suspect he writes.
gpt
Sometimes.
human
What does he write in the name of goodness?
gpt
Travels.
human
Oh! that is better than poetry, don't you think so Margaret? I am not sure if I will not put up with him. Is he poor?
gpt
No.
human
Rich then?
gpt
Nor rich.
human
One of your black swans that I always find to be so much worse than geese?
gpt
Perhaps.
human
Introduce him to me.
gpt
Harriet--Mr. Gordon.
human
What a detestable introduction. I suppose Mr. Gordon, you are sufficiently acquainted with Evan not to be surprised at anything he says or does?