human
Shame to leave so awfully early,
gpt
You know my reasons, answered Mr. Carrington.
human
I--well, I don't like to have the carriage out too late, and, besides, it's twelve o'clock already.
gpt
Twelve o'clock, yes; just the best time, dad, you know it is! And why couldn't I have walked home or got a lift in the Everards' waggonette, as I suggested? Another of these absurd fears of yours, I suppose. My dear dad, what on earth would the people say if they learned that you, a J.P., magistrate, and all the rest of it, were actually frightened out of your life of burglars?
human
Laurence, you must not speak like that, nor take advantage of my little--er--weakness.