human
Stay and dine with us, won't you? We are always tired on Saturday evenings, and it will be delightful to hear you sing. The carriage shall take you home.
gpt
You're awfully good, Felicia answered.
human
But don't trouble to send out the carriage. Ask Mr. Mackenzie too. He will be enchanted to stay, and then we can go down together on foot, and nobody need be bothered.
gpt
You don't mind?
human
At _my_ age!
gpt
responded Mrs. Tracy.
human
Over here no woman seems to be safely old.
gpt
Is that why so many of you come over? demanded Felicia, who at heart detested all American women, especially those who, like the tenants of Villa Dorio, had plenty of money at their disposal. Then curbing her tongue, she added,
human
What you say is true of wives and widows. But I assure you that old maids are shelved over here as soon and as completely as they are with you in Oregon.
gpt
In Oregon! repeated Mrs. Tracy.
human
You English are too extraordinary.
gpt
Aha! aha!
human
Is it the pure joy of living, Mr. Grimston?