human
Try and keep calm, sir, you will get well all the quicker, and I shall go and tell Silas Jones, and see if he can help you.
gpt
I am going to give the wretch permission to remain until morning, to prevent an interview with Silas Jones; after breakfast, you say you will drive her in to Mrs. Mansfield's. We have never let her know she wants her, but now she will be capital bait; Sarah Kane will bite, and so be hooked, when you can lodge her for safe keeping at Tom Lang's, who, if needs be, may give her the luxury of a straight-jacket.
human
I feel inclined to say No, and kick her out at once; otherwise, yours is a good plan.
gpt
It is the only gag to fit the case; but out of that room _she shall go_. She may go and pack up. I'll show them who is mistress.
human
Yes, do; besotted fool, that Cole is, to have turned us against him. You don't think that viper will go to Silas Jones at daybreak, do you?
gpt
No; his shop won't be open until seven. By that time cook can have an early breakfast for you, and you will then at once drive off to London, and if Silas Jones comes prowling around here after her, leave him to me, that's all,
human
Go to your room at once, Sarah Kane, pack up your things, and be ready to leave this house at seven sharp; go, she said, stamping her foot.
gpt
Don't pollute us by your presence any longer.
human
I pray of you to let me stay and nurse him; I will do just what you wish, spare you from fatigue, be no trouble, only let me stay,
gpt
Put her out, Uncle Timothy, or I shall.
human
Get out, woman,
gpt
Be thankful, hussy, you are getting off so well.
human
At your peril send her forth; it will be the worse for you all when I recover, if you do,
gpt
Keep cool, Cole; you don't know what a viper we have harbored. I am only going to take her to a Mrs. Mansfield's, and, if she can speak so much truth, she will tell you she is a friend of hers,
human
You are heaping coals of fire on the viper's head by taking her there, Timothy,
gpt
Is this person a friend of yours, Sarah? asked Cole, forlornly pressing both hands to his throbbing temples.
human
How cruel they are to send you from me. Do you know of a good physician, Sarah?
gpt
Oh, yes, sir; Dr. Annesley, of London; he----
human
Hold your prate, Sarah Kane, and mind your own business, cried Margaret, trembling with rage.
gpt
Get out of here,
human
Yes, that will be best, she thought,