human
So you're going to marry an Englishman,
gpt
I am going to marry Mr. Walmsley, mother, Eve agreed sweetly.
human
He has been such a kind friend to us during the last few days--and I rather fancy I shall like living on this side.
gpt
Dear me! Dear me! I hadn't heard of this! Mr. Bundercombe remarked with interest.
human
You and I will go downstairs and have a little chat about it, Mr. Walmsley.
gpt
No, you don't! Mrs. Bundercombe prohibited.
human
I've a good deal more to say yet. I haven't been dragged over the ocean three thousand miles to have you all slip away directly I arrive. A nice state of things indeed! My husband, Joseph H. Bundercombe, a suspect at Scotland Yard, followed everywhere by detectives; and my daughter----
gpt
Stepdaughter, please,
human
Stepdaughter then!--talking about marrying a man she's probably known about twenty-four hours and met at a bar or in a thieves' kitchen, or something of the sort! If you must marry an Englishman, she continued with rising voice,
gpt
His uncle's one, Reggie put in gloomily, jerking his head toward me.
human
Old Walmsley's all right.
gpt
Good boy! she said.
human
You know I never encouraged you--did I, Reggie?'
gpt
Encouraged me! he protested.
human
I think, on the whole, you said the rudest things to me I ever heard in my life--from a girl, anyway. I imagine, he added, taking up his hat,
gpt
I'll see you out,
human
My dear Hannah!
gpt
Your dear nothing!
human
You just sit down by the side of your daughter there and let me tell you both what I think of you and what I'm going to do about it.
gpt
I think, I suggested,