human
Sorry, I said under my breath,
gpt
I regret to hear, he replied,
human
She's tearing mad! I whispered.
gpt
You don't want a scene. Couldn't you make an excuse and slip away?
human
Is this young gentleman known to you, Miss Blanche?
gpt
Never saw him before in my life! she declared.
human
What's worrying him?
gpt
Hitherto, Mr. Bundercombe said,
human
Do you mean to keep this up?
gpt
Do you know this gentleman?
human
Certainly, sir, he answered, with a questioning glance toward me.
gpt
This is Mr. Walmsley.
human
Then will you take Mr. Walmsley back to his place? Mr. Bundercombe begged.
gpt
He persists in mistaking me for some one else. I am not complaining, mind, he added affably;