human
My lord.
gpt
Sorry to disturb you, but this 'as just come,
human
Change for the better. Your presence necessary. Signed,
gpt
Stuart-Smith.
human
Why, that is good news! cried Cyril greatly relieved.
gpt
What are you pulling such a long face for?
human
You call it good news that you haven't got rid of that young woman yet? exclaimed Peter.
gpt
This Stuart-Smith, whoever he may be, who is wiring you to come to 'er, thinks she's your wife, doesn't he? That was bad enough when you were just Mr. Crichton, but now it's just hawful. A Lady Wilmersley can't be hid as a Mrs. Crichton could, begging your pardon. Oh, it'll all come out, so it will, and you'll be 'ad up for bigamy, like as not!
human
Nonsense! As soon as the young lady recovers, she will join her friends and no one will be any the wiser.
gpt
Well, my lord, let's 'ope so! But what answer am I to send to this telegram? You can't leave the castle now.
human
It would certainly be inconvenient,
gpt
If you did, you'd be followed, my lord.
human
What do you mean? The police can't be such fools as all that.