human
I knew it was an old, old engagement, she said, with feeling.
gpt
And who is coming? I forget; it is so long since you told me.
human
Murchison _mère et fille_, said Kit;
gpt
Yes, and how transparent!
human
Isn't it? and what a bad joke! But wear a tea-gown, Alice, because I told Mrs. M. to do so. Yes, we'll play detectives on the Alington this evening. I hope he'll cheat again. It must be so amusing to be a real detective. I think I shall become one if all else fails. And most things have failed.
gpt
To see if shopping takes so long, and whether the club accounts for late hours, quoted Lady Haslemere, with a touch of regret.
human
But, Kit, what a blessing it is that one does not feel bound to watch one's husband! Haslemere is so safe, you know; one might as well watch St. Paul's Cathedral to see if it flirted with St. Mary Magdalene's. It would bore me to death watching him. Only once have I seen him at all excited.
gpt
Who was the happy lady?
human
It wasn't a lady at all--not even me. It was a wire puzzle, and he said it was mathematically impossible, and woke me up about three in the morning to tell me so. He was really quite feverish about it. But in demonstrating to me how impossible it was he accidentally did it, upon which he became perfectly normal, and we lived happily ever afterwards.
gpt
One always does live happily ever afterwards, said Kit thoughtfully.
human
Truth is quite as strange as fiction. There's the old Duchess--what a cat! And just look at her wig all sideways! But I am also thankful that one's husband is not a detective. Jack would make such a bad one. I should be ashamed of him.
gpt
I suppose he would. He is clever, said Alice,
human
That is just it. As a detective Jack would overlook the obvious things because they are so obvious. Consequently, he would never find out anything, because criminals always make stupid mistakes, not clever ones. Jack never found out that the mine man cheated at baccarat, for instance. Oh, I forgot, you guessed that. Look, there's Ted. How badly he rides!
gpt
And he never finds out about Ted,
human
Never. You see, there's nothing to find out. I always tell him what a darling Ted is, and so he never thinks he is a darling. I'm very fond of Ted, but--but---- After all, frankness pays better than anything else, especially when you have nothing to conceal.
gpt
How is the mine man?
human
Green bay-trees. So he must be wicked. A few nights ago, when he dined with us, I asked him to sing after dinner, and he sang a sort of evening hymn in four sharps. Don't you know the kind? He has a really beautiful voice, and it nearly made me cry, I felt so regretful for something I had forgotten. Now, that shows he must be wicked. Good people only make me yawn, because they try and adapt themselves to me and talk about worldly things. And it is only wicked people who sing hymns with real feeling, who make me want to cry. Luckily, they are rare.
gpt
And the mines?
human
Well, Jack is excited about the mines, like Haslemere with the wire puzzle, and when Jack is excited it means a good deal. He told me that if things went decently we should be solvent again--it sounds like a chemical--in fact, the mines are playing up. For to make Jack and me solvent, Alice, means a lot.