human
DEAR MISS GRACE, I wrote,--
gpt
You will think the request I'm going to make of you and Miss Callender a very strange one, but you promised that if you could help me you would do so. Well, extraordinary as it may seem, _you can make my fortune if you_ will both come to the Felborn Theatre at the unearthly hour of nine to-morrow morning, and ask to be shown into Mr. Felborn's private office. I shall be there, waiting and hoping to see you two ladies arrive promptly, as more than I can tell depends upon that. You happened to mention in my presence something about dining out to-night and returning rather late, so I feel there is a chance of your getting this and sending me a line by the messenger to the Belmont. He will wait for you, and I will wait for him.--Yours sincerely, JOHN HASLE.
human
Of course we'll both be there on the stroke of nine. Depend upon us,
gpt
Thank Heaven!