human
This is a pleasure and a surprise, began the Countess, smiling, her eyes appearing to take in the full-length portrait of Annesley Grayle with their wide, unmoving gaze. When she smiled she was still extremely handsome, but not so perfect as with lips closed, for her white teeth were too short, somewhat irregular, and set too wide apart. She spoke English perfectly, with a slight foreign accent and a roll of the letter
gpt
My friend--Nelson Smith (she turned, laughing, to him),
human
Now you must engage her room, Nelson Smith said, abruptly.
gpt
It's late. You can make friends afterward.
human
Very well, the Countess agreed.
gpt
And you--will you come to the desk? Yet, no--it is better not. Miss Grayle and I will go together--two women alone and independent. Lucky it's not the season, or we might find nothing free at short notice. But Don--I mean Nelson--always did have luck. I hope he always will!