human
Here is the bread, Cousin Peace, and the coffee is nearly ready,
gpt
And I, for one, am quite ready to drink it!
human
He was shut up, Peaceful, dear, she said,
gpt
Do I smell coffee? he cried.
human
And would you have defrauded me?
gpt
You are to have hot milk, Sylvester,
human
Oh, how do you feel, Patergrey?
gpt
I'll have nothing of the sort; I'll have a cup of this fragrant brew, declared Mr. Grey.
human
I feel all right, Rob, my son, only a trifle lame. I am sure the doctor exaggerated the case, though I confess I wouldn't have thought anything an exaggeration of it while it lasted. This bread and butter tastes uncommonly good! Rob, my son, can I borrow you after this repast is over? I need your help on a special bit of work for an hour.
gpt
Oh, come now, Mr. Grey!