human
Rosewarne, stammered Mr. Roscorla,
gpt
Well, what's the matter?
human
Your daughters! gasped Mr. Roscorla.
gpt
They've both run away--both of them--this minute--with Trelyon! You'll have to ride after them. They're straight away along the high-road.
human
Both of them? The infernal young fools! said Rosewarne.
gpt
Why the devil didn't you stop them yourself?
human
How could I? Roscorla said, amazed that the father took the flight of his daughters with apparent equanimity.
gpt
You must make haste, Mr. Rosewarne, or you'll never catch them.
human
I've a good mind to let 'em go, said he sulkily as he walked over to the stables of the inn.
gpt
The notion of a man having to set out on this wild-goose chase at this time o' night! Run away, have they? and what in all the world have they run away for?