human
I never even try to keep track of servants we discharge. Why of Sarah Kane, who was a viper on our hands?
gpt
As to that, Mr. Stone, I shall not allow you to blacken the best woman in God's world. She went with you to London; where is she now?
human
I tell you again I don't know, even whether she be alive or dead, and if you come about Broadlawns again, I shall have you up for trespass. An Englishman's house is his castle, sir.
gpt
Oh, Silas Jones, Silas Jones, she has grown tired of you, said Mrs. Cole, vengefully.
human
We found her in Mr. Cole's bedroom at midnight. What can an old man like you expect?
gpt
I don't mind your wicked words, they can't hurt Sarah; it's your deeds; and I implore you, if you have any of the woman nature in you, tell me where I can find her.
human
And I answer, as Mr. Stone did, I never bother myself as to the whereabouts of discharged servants, so consider yourself dismissed,
gpt
Yes, ma'am.
human
Open the door for Silas Jones, bookseller, Bayswater.