human
I am Miss Anthea's house-keeper, she went on,
gpt
I was away when you arrived, looking after one of Miss Anthea's old ladies,--pray be seated. Miss Anthea,--bless her dear heart!--calls me her aunt, but I'm not really--Oh dear no! I'm no relation at all! But I've lived with her long enough to feel as if I was her aunt, and her uncle, and her father, and her mother--all rolled into one,--though I should be rather small to be so many,--shouldn't I?
human
I tell you all this, she went on, keeping pace to her flying needle,
gpt
she continued, glancing up at him side-ways,
human
I like you just as much as I dislike Mr. Cassilis,--heigho! how I do--detest that man! There, now that's off my mind!
gpt
And why?
human
Dear me, Mr. Bellew I--how should I know, only I do,--and what's more--he knows it too! And how, she enquired, changing the subject abruptly,
gpt
Very!
human
You sleep well?
gpt
Like a top!
human
Any complaints, so far?
gpt
None whatever,
human
That is very well. We have never had a boarder before, and Miss Anthea,--bless her dear soul! was a little nervous about it. And here's the Sergeant!
gpt
I--er--beg your pardon--?
human
The Sergeant! repeated Miss Priscilla, with a prim little nod,
gpt
Sergeant Appleby, late of the Nineteenth Hussars,--a soldier every inch of him, Mr. Bellew,--with one arm--over there by the peaches.