human
Ah! Good-evening, good-evening, my dear Miss Walsingham! cried the doctor, jumping up and dumping the baby unceremoniously into his wife's lap.
gpt
Take this chair and this footstool. Are you better?
human
Thanks. I am well now, said Margaret, quietly seating herself.
gpt
And I would like to confer with you and Mr. Davenport upon my future prospects.
human
Never mind 'em now, Miss Margaret, said the doctor, kindly.
gpt
You are far from strong yet.
human
Please summon Mr. Davenport,
gpt
Stubborn as ever, my dear, grumbled he, laughing.
human
You're pretty quiet about it, but you will have your way.
gpt
Yes, I must have my way,