human
Do you think--do you think you can think of something? she asked, as she reached the door.
gpt
I was wondering if you would mind if we let the house and moved to some cheaper one.
human
No, no, no, he burst out.
gpt
We'll do nothing of the kind. That's perfectly impossible.
human
I didn't know you cared so much for poor old 'Happy House,'
gpt
Run along, my dear girl. I must dress. Don't bother your head. Things will turn out all right. If I'm not very much mistaken, Sir John Barclay is going to ask Grisel to marry him. If he does, she'll be the luckiest girl alive.
human
Oh, Ferdie! But he's an old man!
gpt
Nonsense! He's only fifty-four. _I'm_ fifty-four!