human
In the dark, my poor Phillis? said a cheerful voice.
gpt
And all alone? I am afraid it was very inhuman of us to leave you. Come, confess, haven't you been thinking so? At any rate, somebody else was almost rude to me about it. I felt quite horrid.
human
I've not been alone, said Phillis, thinking as she spoke that her own voice sounded curiously odd and unsteady.
gpt
Mr Ibbetson only went away a few minutes ago. I almost wonder you did not meet him.
human
I thought I caught sight of a coat like his. I will say for him that his coats are well cut. However, his companionship can hardly have been cheerful.
gpt
We had a good deal to talk about,
human
Of course, my poor dear. But I think it is very hard so much has fallen on you. And do tell me, for I am dying to know--
gpt
What?
human
Did he ask a great many questions about the Masters? Has he seen any of them yet?
gpt
No.
human
No? Are you sure? Well, I suppose he could hardly hurry there at once, but I'm much mistaken if he waits long, and then what will be the next act in the play? Will poor Mr Trent receive his dismissal? Now, Phillis, it's too dark to see you, but I know exactly how you're looking. I can't help it; I shall always say that Mr Ibbetson has behaved abominably. There was no one to call him out, for Harry could never have been brought to comprehend that was part of his duty. But I must speak.
gpt
Don't blame him to-day, at any rate,
human
Is he so much cut up? Well, poor fellow, I really am sorry for him, though I pity Cartouche more. And you, too, my dear. You have had a terrible time of it while we have all been going on in a most shamefully selfish way. Not Mr Penington. I must do him the justice to say that I don't think you've been out of his thoughts for a minute. And how nice he is! Oh, dear, there's the table-d'hote bell! You'll not go down, of course? No, I told Giuseppe so as I passed. But you won't mind Mr Penington coming up afterwards? He wanted to so very much that I hadn't the heart to refuse him. Besides, he is very understanding and won't tease you; you needn't even try to talk, for he has a whole heap of Etruscan tomby things from Corneto, and wants Harry to take us all there. I shan't go. I know exactly what it's like, one of those horrid dirty little places where one can only eat the middles of things.