human
It was only a sudden pain, dear! I am all well again. Nothing is really the matter, Bridget. Mr. Lord will not be down to supper; spread a tray for him, please.
gpt
I'd like to spread a tray for him at the bottom of the Red Sea; that's where he belongs!
human
Was it my fault, mother?
gpt
No, dear, she sighed.
human
It's nobody's fault, unless it's mine!
gpt
Is the pain gone?
human
Quite gone, dear.