human
Well, I'll be jiggered, he confessed audibly.
gpt
What's a comin' now, I wonder?
human
He was a sayin' as how likely yer wanted to go to bed, Miss.
gpt
Not now; I'll wait until Mr. Westcott comes down. What is that paper in your hand? Is that the letter Miss La Rue left?
human
Why, Lord bless me--it is, isn't it? Must have took it out o' ther drawer an' never thought of the darned thing agin.
gpt
May I see it?
human
Sure; 'tain't o' no consequence ter me; I reckon the woman sorter packed in a hurry, and this got lost. The Chink found it under the bed.