human
Do you know, that dear child is never off duty Sundays or week-days, night or day? she confided.
gpt
You try to get her to lunch or dine--she'll tell you frankly that it's not the least use promising, because, if her General wants her, out she has to go and she may be driving for him all night. I don't see how she _can_ keep it up--not seeing anyone, you know, or doing anything, and after the life she _had_ been leading. Of course, she was really very naughty about the way she did it--all in a night, you know--threw everybody over--I was running an entertainment on behalf of my society, and she simply spoilt one tableau.... But then that's so like darling Sonia.
human
She's less of a fool than I thought, was Bertrand's comment to me.
gpt
No awkward questions, nobody to meet her and ask them! Can't live at home when she has to be ready with the car at a moment's notice.... I hope General Sir Andrew Lampwood has broad shoulders.... She's snug and secure till the war's over, and God knows when that will be.
human
I've done with the House! I'm not going down there any more. What _good_ can we do?