human
Well done, good Angelique. Margot--the letter--is yours.
gpt
Mine? I am to read it? Now? Here?
human
No, no. No, no, indeed! Would you tire the master with the rustlin' of paper? Take it else. Not here, where ever'thin' must be still as still.
gpt
Is she right, uncle, dearest? Shall I take it away to read?
human
Then I'm going to your own mountain top with it. To think of having a letter from you, right here at home! Why, I can hardly wait! I'm so thankful to you for it, and so thankful to God that you are getting well. That you will be soon; and then--why, then--we'll go a-fishing!