human
Well, said Her Majesty with an air of great complacence,
gpt
Six?
human
That's right, Sir Kenneth, Her Majesty said.
gpt
You have it exactly. Six.
human
You mean six telepaths?
gpt
Certainly I do, Her Majesty replied.
human
We telepaths, you know, must stick together. That's the reason I got poor little Willie out of that sanitarium of his, you know--and, of course, the others will be joining us.
gpt
Don't you think it's time for your nap, dear?
human
My _what_?
gpt
Your nap, dear,
human
Don't call me 'dear,'
gpt
I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Barbara murmured.
human
But really--
gpt
My dear girl, Her Majesty said,
human
I am not a child. I am your sovereign. Do try to have a little respect. Why, I remember when Shakespeare used to say to me--but that's no matter, not now.
gpt
About those telepaths--
human
Telepaths, Her Majesty said.
gpt
Ah, yes. We must all stick together. In the hospital, you know, we had a little joke--the patients for Insulin Shock Therapy used to say: 'If we don't stick together, we'll all be stuck separately.' Do you see, Sir Thomas?
human
But, Sir Kenneth Malone said, trying desperately to return to the point.