human
Horses on!
gpt
That's a monstrous fine woman standing at the inn door, Titmouse--eh? exclaimed Mr. Yahoo, who had alighted for a moment, and stood beside the door of Titmouse's carriage, his execrable eye settled upon Miss Aubrey.
human
I wonder who and what she is? By Jove, 'tis the face--the figure of an angel! egad, they're _somebody_; I'll look at their panels!
gpt
I know who it is, said Titmouse, rather faintly;
human
I'll tell you by-and-by.
gpt
Now, _now_! my dear fellow. Our divinity is vanishing,