human
Tell your mistress that I will call upon her in the afternoon.
gpt
Will you write that, sir?
human
No, I will not, he replied fiercely.
gpt
Take your answer and begone.
human
There will be trouble, she said to herself.
gpt
Janet said it would all come up again some day. He's a handsome chap, and missus is a fool. She's worse than a fool; she's a hard-hearted creature, with no more blood than a stone statue. If there's to be trouble, it won't fall on _his_ head, but on hern. And if I was him, I'd go away again quiet, and then maybe no one wouldn't find it out. As for her, she'll blow on it herself.