human
What's the matter? she cried angrily.
gpt
I can't stay. I have a case of illness on hand.
human
Hang illness! he answered.
gpt
My good girl, pull yourself together. Go back. Don't be a blooming fool. Listen--it's you they're splitting their throats for--yes, you--about the most fastidious audience in Europe yelling like a pack of drunken bookies! Gehenna! you're the luckiest woman living. You're made, great heavens, you're made!