human
And how do you feel now that you're very rich?
gpt
I haven't realised it yet,
human
I suppose you have yet to settle with the lawyers. Who are they? Oh yes, of course Mr. Glover was poor Jim's solicitor. She sighed.
gpt
I dislike lawyers, she said with a shiver,
human
she said earnestly,
gpt
He has been very good to me, she said,
human
Has he warned you against me? she asked solemnly.
gpt
Has he told you what a terrible ogre I am? And then without waiting for a reply:
human
I sometimes think poor Jack is just a little--well, I wouldn't say mad, but a little queer. His dislikes are so violent. He positively loathes Margaret, though why I have never been able to understand.
gpt
He doesn't hate me,
human
No, I suppose not, she said.
gpt
I can't imagine anybody hating you, Lydia. May I call you by your Christian name?
human
I wish you would,
gpt
I can't imagine anybody hating you, repeated the girl thoughtfully.
human
And, of course, Jack wouldn't hate you because you're his client--a very rich and attractive client too, my dear.
gpt
I don't really blame him, either. I've a shrewd suspicion that all these warnings against me and against other possible enemies will furnish a very excellent excuse for seeing you every day and acting as your personal bodyguard!
human
That part of it he has relegated already, she said, giving smile for smile.
gpt
He has appointed Mr. Jaggs as my bodyguard.
human
Mr. Jaggs?
gpt
He's an old gentleman in whom Mr. Glover is interested, an old army pensioner. Beyond the fact that he hasn't the use of his right arm, and limps with his left leg, and that he likes beer and cheese, he seems an admirable watch dog,
human
Jaggs? repeated the girl.
gpt
I wonder where I've heard that name before. Is he a detective?
human
No, I don't think so. But Mr. Glover thinks I ought to have some sort of man sleeping in my new flat and Jaggs was duly engaged.