human
Why, doctor, you mustn't take on so! How could you possibly have told what was in the man's mind? You weren't upset like this last year over that business in Angle Alley, and that was a sight worse than this, eh?
gpt
It isn't that poor wretch Hinton that's upset me, he muttered,
human
I don't mind death. It's--it's--Dering--Dering and Mrs. Dering.
gpt
I'm sorry, too. Very sorry for the lady, that is; as for the other--well, I'm pretty sure he'll cheat Broadmoor, and that without much delay, eh, doctor? Hullo! who's this coming now?
human
You go to the door, doctor; whoever it is had better not see me at first.