human
A nice time of night for you to be back! barked the bronchitic voice hoarsened by years of shut windows.
gpt
Give you an inch and you take an ell! I told you half-past ten. Here it is eleven!
human
Oh, Mrs. Ellsworth, you frightened me! she exclaimed.
gpt
I was delayed. But it won't be eleven for ten minutes. This dining-room clock keeps such good time, you know. And I've been in the house for a few moments. I thought I came so softly! I'm sorry I waked you up.
human
Waked me up! repeated Mrs. Ellsworth.
gpt
I have not been to sleep. I never can close my eyes when I know anybody is out and has got to come back, especially a careless creature as likely as not to leave the front door unlatched. That's why I said half-past ten at _latest_! If I don't fall asleep before eleven I get nervous and lose my night's rest. You've heard me say that twenty times, yet you have _no_ consideration!
human
This is the first time I've been out late,