human
Oh, I must tell you about dear Mr. Morel! Catching an alert look in her mother's eyes, Beatrice laughed. Then, with a quick, impulsive movement, she crossed the floor, took her mother's face between both her hands, and kissed it.
gpt
No, she answered the question that had not been spoken;
human
Mr. Morel is a lovely old man who lives all alone, with just his servants, at Ash Garth, in a fine old house full of art treasures that seem to have been collected from all over the world. And there's a rose garden between the lawn and the river, and a big woods all round. Mr. Morel is charming, and he was particularly kind to me, because he and Uncle Gordon are such great friends.
gpt
Did you see much of him?
human
Oh, yes; and I like him. But, Mother, Beatrice lowered her voice dramatically,
gpt
Why, Beatrice!
human
Don't worry, Mother dear. He didn't know I was questioning him. And I do love a mystery! All I learned was that it has something to do with Canada. Whenever I talked about the prairie he looked so sad, and once I even thought I saw tears in his eyes.
gpt
Mysteries have a fascination for me, she said;
human
I like to puzzle them out. But I must leave you now; for I promised to go see Evelyn this afternoon. I may not get home until late.