human
I'm sorry, Dear, I could not reach you earlier, she explained.
gpt
My father came back from Concarneau this morning, and he looked so overtaxed and worried that I resolved to take him for a long walk. He and I and Lorry--Mr. Tollemache, you know--went miles and miles. That is our cure for the blues,--an infallible recipe. We arrived home rather late, but feeling ever so much better.
human
Your face shows it, Yvonne,
gpt
Honestly we were lively as crickets during the second half of our tramp. But, where I am concerned, something that occurred during the last few minutes undid all the good. Tell me, Dear, what sort of man is Mr. Fosdyke?