human
Boye! said Rupert.
gpt
Oh, down, Boye—you smother me. I was to have a lonely supper, I fancied, and you come. There’s all in the world I care for, come to sup with me.
human
We shall be wet to the skin to-night, Boye, you and I, laughed Rupert.
gpt
We’ve proved my tent, and it is not weather-sound.