human
Did you say you were miserable last night?
gpt
Yes. Awfully miserable.
human
Poor Lord Lane! I haven't understood yet exactly why you suddenly gave up your walking tour, and got the idea of going on by rail. I thought from your letters you were having such a good time, that we could hardly bribe you to desert--your party and come with us, even at Grenoble.
gpt
My party deserted me, and that was the end of my 'good time,' I replied, charmed with Molly's conception of the rôle of a
human
What, your nice Joseph and his Finois?
gpt
When I speak of 'my party' I refer particularly to the boy I wrote you about,