human
You infernal scoundrel! What are you doing here? He raises his stick at Bartlett, who remains motionlessly frowning in wrathful bewilderment, his strong hand knotting itself into a fist where it hangs at his side, while Cummings starts toward them in dismay, with his hand raised to interpose.
gpt
Didn't I tell you if I ever set eyes on you again, you villain--didn't I warn you that if you ever crossed my path, you -- He stops with a violent self-arrest, and lets his stick drop as he throws up both his hands in amaze.
human
Good Heavens! It's a mistake! I beg your pardon, sir; I do, indeed. He lets fall his hands, and stands staring into Bartlett's face with his illusion apparently not fully dispelled.
gpt
A mistake, sir, a mistake. I was misled, sir, by the most prodigious resemblance
human
I left them in here, I think.
gpt
You must sit down, Constance, and let me look.
human
Oh, they'll be here.
gpt
Margaret, Margaret! Don't bring Constance in here! Go away!