human
Where is John Rothwell now?
gpt
I don't know, said Harding, listlessly. He was peeling a rough-coated pear, and he watched the long, unbroken strip gliding downward in lengthening curves.
human
Somewhere on the Continent--in one of those places where people go to live shabbily.
gpt
Yes?
human
Yes, the other repeated.
gpt
Didn't you say he took some pictures away with him? They must be all gone long ago--pawned or sold. How would you raise money on family portraits? It would look rather queer going to the pawnbroker's with an ancestor under your arm.
human
But there was his mother's portrait. He would not----
gpt
Hm! said Harding, cutting up his pear.
human
Well, perhaps not. Perhaps he had to leave in a hurry some time or other. A miniature would have been more convenient.
gpt
But this is very sad,
human
Very sad, the other repeated. Then, quickening to special recollection--
gpt
And your uncle was always such a proud man. I never knew a prouder man than John Rothwell five-and-twenty years ago. And to think that he should come to this!