human
It will not be fair till the moon rises, pronounced Mademoiselle Moore,
gpt
I am tired. May I leave my work now, cousin?
human
You may, since it grows too dark to see to do it well. Fold it up; put it carefully in your bag; then step into the kitchen and desire Sarah to bring in the goûter, or tea, as you call it.
gpt
But it has not yet struck six. He may still come.
human
He will not, I tell you. I can calculate his movements. I understand my brother.