human
Dimsdale, she said, and her cheeks flushed to the soft tint of the blossom as she spoke,
gpt
Mr. Errol is coming over this morning. I expect him to luncheon.
human
Mr. Errol, my lady?
gpt
Mr. Nap Errol, said Anne, still intent upon the acacia.
human
Show him into the garden when he comes. He is sure to find me somewhere.
gpt
Very good, my lady,