human
Send up and see if Miss Feste will breakfast upstairs, Falcon. I think----
gpt
Miss Feste has breakfasted, madam.
human
Already?
gpt
Yes, madam. Her breakfast was taken to her before eight o'clock.
human
Where is she?
gpt
I think she's out bicycling, madam.
human
Bicycling?
gpt
Yes, madam. She sent for me and asked if I could find 'er a lady's bicycle, an' Greenaway was very 'appy to lend 'er 'ers, madam. An' Fitch pumped up the tires, an' she went off about 'alf-past eight, madam.
human
Did she say where she was going?
gpt
No, sir.
human
All right, Falcon.
gpt
It's very simple, he said.
human
She's unhinged.
gpt
Rubbish,
human
The disappearance of Nobby, followed by the loss of her necklace, has preyed upon her mind. Regardless alike of my feelings and of the canons of good taste, she rises at an hour which is almost blasphemous and goes forth unreasonably to indulge in the most hellish form of exercise ever invented. What further evidence do we need? By this time she has probably detached the lamp from the velocipede and is walking about, saying she's Florence Nightingale.
gpt
Idiot,
human
Not yet, said her husband,
gpt
He cast an eye downward and shivered.
human
I feared as much. My left leg is all unbuttoned.
gpt
For goodness' sake, said his wife,
human
Sorry, said Berry,
gpt
I said 'drivelling,' not 'dribbling.' You know I did. And what are we wasting time for? Let's do something--anything.
human
Right-oh, said her husband.
gpt
What about giving the bread some birds?