human
Oh, are you ill? Miss Murray kneels by the couch and tosses her hat aside.
gpt
How pale and wretched you look! Does your head ache?
human
Yes,
gpt
And you were so well this morning! Where is everybody? What has become of Eugene?
human
They have all been talking business, says Violet,
gpt
I suppose Mr. Grandon told you long ago, like a good husband, but you have been very discreet. Papa and Mr. Haviland are to take the business, and I suppose I shall come to live at Grandon Park. I just adore it! I never had so nice a time anywhere. Did Eugene go with them?
human
I think not,
gpt
Let me bathe your forehead ; and the soft fingers touch her gently.
human
Now, if I shut out the sun you may fall asleep. Don't get really ill!
gpt
I shall soon be better,