human
Come and tell me, my darling, she whispered, trying to get a good look at his reluctant eyes, and wholly oblivious of her promise to his father.
gpt
I will not be angry at all, Kit, although you never should have left me to find it out in this way.
human
There is nothing to find out, he answered, making a turn towards the kitchen stairs.
gpt
I just want my supper, if there is anything to eat.
human
To eat, Kit! And I thought so much better of you. After all, I must have been quite wrong. What a shame to invent such stories!
gpt
You must have invented them, yourself, dear mother, said Kit with recovered bravery.
human
Let me hear it all out when I have had my supper.
gpt
I will go down this moment, and see what there is, replied his good mother eagerly.
human
Is there anything, now, that can coax your appetite?
gpt
Yes, mother, oysters will be over to-morrow. I should like two dozen fried with butter, and a pound and a quarter of rump-steak, cut thick, and not overdone.
human
You shall have them, my darling, in twenty minutes. Now, be sure that you put your fur slippers on; I saw quite a fog coming over Port Meadow, as much as half an hour ago. This is the worst time of year to take cold. 'A May cold is a thirty-day cold.' What a stupe I must be, she continued to herself,