human
If they don't come soon, muttered Sylvia over her teacup,
gpt
Some of those young fellows from the barracks, Sylvia,
human
It can't be, said Sylvia.
gpt
Mr. Baker was here yesterday, and Mr. De Quincy on Tuesday, and Captain Vavasour's coming to-morrow.
human
Lady Jane Trevithick,
gpt
Oh, dear! muttered Sylvia;
human
How do you do? said Mr. Graydon, going to meet her.
gpt
This _is_ a pleasure. My daughter, Lady Jane. My friend, Glengall. No, don't sit there. There's a dog in that chair.