human
I shall meet Hilda in half a second.
gpt
Here he is, mother! cried George.
human
I say, nunks, Emmie brought up a parcel for you from Uncle Albert, and Auntie Clara. Here it is. It wasn’t addressed outside, so I opened it.
gpt
Best wishes to Edwin from Albert and Clara.
human
Just my luck isn’t it, sonny? said Edwin.
gpt
It’s worse than last year’s.
human
You poor dear! said Hilda, appearing, all smiles and caressing glances. She was in a pale grey dress.
gpt
Whatever shall you do with it? You know you’ll have to put it on view when they come up. Emmie---- to the maid vanishing into the kitchen--
human
We’ll have supper now.
gpt
Yes, said Edwin to himself, with light but sardonic tolerance.
human
Yes, my lady. You’re all smiles because you’re bent on getting Ladderedge Hall out of me. But you don’t know what a near shave you’ve had of getting something else.