human
Tell me what you want me to do,
gpt
The worst of it is, I can't tell you exactly. Two men may come into this restaurant looking for me. One or both will speak to me. They'll call me a certain name, and I shall say they've made a mistake. You must say so, too. You must tell them I'm your husband, and stick to that no matter what the man, or men, may tell you about me. The principal thing now is to choose a name. But--by Jove--I forgot it in my hurry! Are you expecting any one to join you? If you are, it's awkward.
human
I was expecting someone, but I've given him up.
gpt
Was this table taken in his name or yours? Or, perhaps--but no, I'm sure you're _not_!
human
Sure I'm not what?
gpt
Married. You're a girl. Your eyes haven't got any experience of life in them.
human
I'm not married, she said, rather stiffly.
gpt
I thought a table had been engaged in the name of Mr. Smith, but there was a misunderstanding. The head waiter put me at this table in case Mr. Smith should come. I've given him up now, and was going away when----
human
When you took pity on a nameless man. But it seems indicated that he should be Mr. Smith, unless you have any objection!
gpt
No, I have none. You'd better take the name, as I mentioned it to the waiter.
human
And the first name?
gpt
I don't know. The initial I gave was N.
human
Very well, I choose Nelson. Where do we live?
gpt
Forgive me, the man said.
human
I ought to have explained what I meant before asking you that, or put the question another way. Will you go on as you've begun, and trust me farther, by letting me drive with you to your home, if necessary, in case of being followed? At worst, I'll need to beg no more than to stand inside your front door for a few minutes if we're watched, and--but I see that this time I have passed the limit. I'm expecting too much! How do you know but I may be a thief or a murderer?
gpt
I hadn't thought of such a thing, Annesley stammered.
human
I was only thinking--it isn't _my_ house. It doesn't even belong to my people. I live with an old lady, Mrs. Ellsworth. I hope she'll be in bed when I get back, and the servants, too. I have a key because--because I told a fib about the place where I was going, and consequently Mrs. Ellsworth approved. If she hadn't approved, I shouldn't have been allowed out. I could let you stand inside the door. But if any one followed us to the house, and saw the number, he could look in the directory, and find out that it belonged to Mrs. Ellsworth, not Mr. Smith.
gpt
He couldn't have a directory in his pocket! By the time he got hold of one and could make any use of his knowledge, I'd be far away.
human
Yes, I suppose you would, Annesley thought aloud, and a little voice seemed to add sharply in her ear:
gpt
Far away out of my life.