human
No fine speeches, Arthur? My dear boy, I always like to hear you speak. I know you will say what you ought, said the widow, smiling, with a patient determination in her face. Then there was a pause.
gpt
Perhaps you will give me a little sketch of what you are going to say, she went on, with a tender artifice, concealing her anxiety.
human
Your dear papa often did, Arthur, when anything was going on among the flock.
gpt
He will tell me as we go to Salem, she said in her heart, to quiet its anxious throbbing.
human
Perhaps you would like to have the room to yourself a little, dear, she said aloud.
gpt
I will go to Susan till it is time to leave; and I know my Arthur will ask the counsel of God,