human
Well, what is up? Saurin asked.
gpt
You look as grave as a mute at a funeral.
human
Yes, said Crawley,
gpt
It's a lie!
human
And yet the evidence against you is very clear, said Crawley quietly.
gpt
Do you know a man named Josiah Slam, a son of the fellow who lives near here? Come, I do not wish to prosecute you, unless you force me; I want to give you a chance. Robarts, Buller, Smith, and Gould are coming to my room at twelve o'clock to-day, and I mean to take their advice as to what should be done if you will come there too, and meet them.
human
And if I refuse?
gpt
In that case I shall go to Dr Jolliffe, and put the matter in _his_ hands,
human
Well, I do not mind coming to hear what cock-and-bull story you have trumped up,