human
The Duke and Sir Charles Wigge have just come in,
gpt
At last, said she, laying down her picture-paper and gliding over to me.
human
My poor boy, I fear this is the end of your romance. It is splendid of you to stand ready to give up Pearl to the Duke, and no doubt you will find your reward in the consciousness of a duty done. To a certain extent, it is hard for my little sister, for I think she is fond of you, but while she says nothing, I am sure that she believes as I do, that it would be wrong, absolutely wrong, for her to refuse an offer from so great a man, a man any girl would deem it a privilege to marry.
gpt
I thought Sir Charles would be here soon, she said,
human
And what do you think of America, Sir Wigge?
gpt
I had only to drive up Broadway, as you call your Strand, to realize why _we_ did not care to keep New York,
human
But did you not admire the skyscrapers?
gpt
In England, replied our visitor,
human
But, your Lordship, put in Mrs. Radigan with some spirit,
gpt
You should find the room, said Sir Charles with royal good-nature.
human
We find it in England, Mrs. Bannigan, and I am told that America is somewhat larger even than England.
gpt
Did Fifth Avenue not impress you?
human
Your Piccadilly--it is your Piccadilly, I believe--should be toned down, replied the Englishman graciously.
gpt
It is too loud. The glare of the sun is blinding and overheating, Miss Vial.
human
Miss Ve-al, Sir Charles.
gpt
In England, returned Sir Charles,
human
Yes, Pearl replied,
gpt
On the contrary, said Sir Charles,