human
What of your mad neighbour? asked Lady Ingilby, repenting of her softer mood.
gpt
You did not leave him on the bench, surely, tied hand and foot? You cut the ropes?
human
The villagers would not allow it—and, indeed, why should I regret? He was rough with me—cold and uncivil.
gpt
There, child! Never wave the red flag in your cheeks. Folk see it, like a beacon fire. You’re in love with the madman. No denial, by your leave. I’m old and you are young, and I know my world.
human
He is uncouth and rude. I hate him, aunt.
gpt
That proves it to the hilt. I’ll send out a rescue-party. Men who have no care for their own lives are precious these days.
human
You have no need, said Miss Grant.
gpt
I forgave him for his roughness.
human
Tut, child! Forgiveness won’t untie his hands.
gpt
But I sent word, too, to his kinsmen, who are near.
human
So! laughed Lady Ingilby.
gpt
How fierce your loathing burns, you babe just come from the nursery!