human
I thank you—I thank you, said George Bethune, with much dignity.
gpt
I had not observed. But you will want the umbrella for yourself—we can get shelter under one of the trees.
human
Would that be wise, sir, in a thunderstorm? said the young man.
gpt
Oh, no, let me give you the umbrella—I don’t mind a shower—and it won’t be more than that, I fancy.
human
Here, Maisrie, since this young gentleman is so kind; you’d better be prepared. A neighbour did you say, sir?
gpt
A very near neighbour, answered the young man, with a smile, and he seated himself by the side of Mr. Bethune without more ado.
human
I have often thought of speaking to you, and asking to be allowed to make your acquaintance; for you seem to have very few visitors—you will pardon my curiosity—while I have none at all.
gpt
Oh, really, really,