human
That wistful look in his eyes has never changed, and it never will. Imagine him travelling on Sunday, when the silly old thing might just as well have come on Saturday, if he’d had anybody to decide him! He’s been travelling for twenty-four hours or more, and now he’s here! What a shame for me to have dragged him down here in spite of himself! But he would do it for me! He has done it.... I had to have him, for this afternoon! ... After all he must be very good at business. Everyone respects him, even here. We may end by being really rich. Have I ever really appreciated him? ... And now of course he’s going to be annoyed again. Poor boy!
gpt
Hello! Who’s this?
human
This is Cecil. His mummy’s left him, here with his Auntie Hilda,
gpt
Another clever dodge of hers!