human
Mrs. David O'Rane, she murmured, taking the paper and trying at once to seem unconcerned and yet to identify the writing of the printed letters.
gpt
No, it can't be for me. Who did you say brought it?
human
He didn't give any name, ma'am.
gpt
But what was he like?
human
I didn't see him, ma'am. One of the porters brought it up. I'll enquire, if you like.
gpt
Oh, it doesn't matter, Mrs. O'Rane answered.
human
I was only wondering.... Mrs. David O'Rane.... It can't be meant for me....
gpt
The Sanctuary