human
What about to-night?
gpt
Oh! Clara and I will manage.
human
Ah!
gpt
Darling boy. George has influenza, Charlie says. Temp. 102 anyway. So of course he can’t go out to-morrow. I knew this morning there was something wrong with him. Janet and Charlie send their love. Your ever loving wife, Hilda.
human
Your loving wife. Never before, during their marriage, had she written a phrase so comforting and exciting. He thought:
gpt
My faith in her is never worthy of her.
human
George has got influenza,
gpt
George! But influenza’s very serious for him, isn’t it?
human
Why should it be?
gpt
Considering he nearly died of it at Orgreaves’!
human
Oh! _Then_! ... He’ll be all right.