human
Mother, darling, I've just met Oliver, and he says he's coming to the house this evening--and I don't want to see him.
gpt
Why, dear?
human
Well--I can't go into it on the telephone--I'm telephoning you from the Underground. Sir John Barclay is here. He was at the play too, you know, and I'm dining with him. Yes, alone. Yes I _am_, mother. No, I don't have to dress, we're going to a grill-room somewhere. Oh, please don't fuss! The girl's voice was irritable and sharp.
gpt
Do you understand? Tell Oliver I can't get back.
human
I shall tell him, Mrs. Walbridge said firmly,
gpt
All right. Just as you like. It doesn't matter, but for goodness' sake don't let him stay late. I must go now, darling. You'll make it all right, won't you? Good-bye.