human
Where shall I send your letters?
gpt
Oh, you mustn't know where I am, he declared nervously,
human
He paused on the step, looking up at the house into which, thirty years ago, they had come together, full of hopes and plans, and across his still beautiful, degenerate face there swept a little cloud of sentimental regret.
gpt
Life's a queer thing, isn't it?
human
Yes, it is. Then she added quickly,
gpt
Never mind, Ferdie, it's all right. The children will come round after a bit. It's natural they should be annoyed just at first.
human
If ever there's anything I can do for you, he added, incongruously,