human
I am going to lie down here, please little Polly, and if you will sing to Hortense while you rock her I shouldn't be surprised if you made me go to sleep too,
gpt
Do you feel ill, Sylvester dear? asked Mrs. Grey, stroking the hair from his forehead.
human
You look tired.
gpt
Not in the least ill, Mary dear, but tired, yes, replied her husband, kissing the gentle hand.
human
I did not sleep much last night--too excited and happy, you know--but I am quite well, and still most happy. _Still_ happy? Why, I'm going to be happy all my days!
gpt
You've won, Sylvester,
human
I've won--_we've_ won through Rob, my son! That's what I've been saying over and over, for the past twenty-four hours, cried Mr. Grey, triumphantly.
gpt
You never can know what a help and a comfort you are, Rob boy! It's a good deal of a joy to a man who has been accounted a failure, to know his brains have given his dear ones all they need! If you orderly housewives don't make too much noise in the attic, I'm going to sleep, to dream of my happiness, and for the first time in all my life waken from such a dream to find it true.
human
Put me in your dream, Patergrey,