human
Mr. Ridley said the clergyman, advancing to his visitor and extending his hand. He spoke kindly, yet with a reserve that could not be laid aside.
gpt
What can I do for you?
human
I am sorry to see you in this condition, Mr. Ridley,
gpt
In what condition, sir? demanded the visitor, drawing himself up with an air of offended dignity.
human
I don't understand you.
gpt
You have been drinking,
human
No, sir. I deny it, sir! and the eyes of Mr. Ridley flashed.
gpt
Before Heaven, sir, not a drop has passed my lips to-day!