human
This table, retorted Ingpen bravely,
gpt
All right, said Hilda.
human
But Mrs. Dummer does want to get on with her washing-up.
gpt
Look here, madam, Ingpen replied.
human
You’re a little ray of sunshine, and all that, and I’m the first to say so; but I’m not your husband. He made a warning gesture.
gpt
Now don’t say you’d be sorry for any woman I was the husband of. Think of something more original.
human
Please, I only popped in to say it’s nearly a quarter to three, and George and I will go down to the inn and bring the dog-cart up here. I want a little walk. We shan’t get home till dark as it is.
gpt
Oh! Chance it and stop for tea, and all will be forgiven.
human
Drive home in the dark? Not much!
gpt
He’s afraid of my driving,