human
Bless my soul! She opened the Vicarage door to me this morning. A very pretty girl, on the thin side, but modest and intelligent. I shall congratulate her. Your Alfred is a very sterling fellow. He deserves the right sort of wife. By the way, we shan't want him. You can tell him so from me.
gpt
Alferd be my only son, and I tells him that others should go first.
human
Um! What does he say to that?
gpt
Nothing--not a word.
human
Well, Susan, I want Alfred to help me. As a carrier he is constantly meeting young men and young women. Let him talk to both.
gpt
Yes, Sir Geoffrey. Alferd be a very forcible man, wi' plenty o' brave words and thoughts. Certainly this war be a marrer-stirring affair. I hopes as how Master Lionel be enjoyin' good health, and his dear lady?
human
Captain, Susan, Captain. And only yesterday, I remember, he came sneaking in here, always sure of a bull's-eye. He glanced at his watch.
gpt
Time, confound it, is always hurrying on. I'm due at the Home Farm. Before I go, one word in your faithful ear. It will travel no further for the present, hey?
human
You knows that, Sir Geoffrey.
gpt
You asked about Mrs. Pomfret. After Christmas I am expecting the sort of present I want badly. You understand----?
human
Lard bless 'ee, Sir Geoffrey, and her too. Tis gert news.
gpt
Isn't it? But mum's the word!