human
Lyddy's aware of you, he told the shadows.
gpt
She has no idea of what you are, of course. But she knows you're around, kqyres. She's half seen you and it's beginning to bother her. It's beginning to bother me, too.
human
Truly, I have tried to be careful, a quiet, rather tired voice said out of a darkness at the heart of the shadows, an area that was tenuously substant.
gpt
Is it certain that you yourself have not in some way given her cause for suspicion?
human
Quite certain. I've watched myself night and day. Mattern smiled ruefully.
gpt
Which is damned hard when you're on your honeymoon.
human
Is there anyone else who might have spoken of these things to her?
gpt
No one. Then Mattern remembered the young spaceman he had met coming into the hotel, who seemed to have a look of Lyddy. But that was nonsensical. Looking _like_ her didn't mean talking _to_ her. In any case, what would Raines know that he could tell her? Silly to be so suspicious. The Golden Apple _was_ one of the few places in Erytheia City where one could get Earth smokesticks.
human
No one, Mattern repeated.
gpt
No one at all.
human
Then I must be getting careless. I am growing old.
gpt
Anyone can make a slip, Mattern said reassuringly.
human
Just try to be a little more careful, that's all.