human
My dear Mrs. Lonsdale, this is impossible.
gpt
Impossible, she said, passing her hand across her eyes,
human
Yes, Mrs. Lonsdale. He spoke reasonably, as if she were a child.
gpt
It couldn't be you. He turned now to include Mr. Ford, who sat staring at them both.
human
I myself gave Mrs. Lonsdale the news of Mr. Ayling's death, over the telephone. She was at her home, in Cambridge Terrace, quietly having tea with a friend; the friend was still there when I arrived. You have been at home, in London, all day.
gpt
No, she said.
human
No, Mr. Burke.
gpt
I think, said Mr. Ford, also very gently indeed,