human
I'll put it to Mr. Stornaway! cried Mrs. O'Rane, as soon as our greetings were over.
gpt
Mr. Stornaway, we were only married in July, it's now the end of September, and I don't think David ought to go off and leave me for three months. It isn't necessary, I've asked him not to----
human
But you've told me you can't get away, Sonia, he said at length.
gpt
You've got your Belgian refugee work, you've got a string of engagements and you've got Beresford laid up for months yet. You admitted, too, you'd simply be at a loose end in Melton.
human
I should be with you. She tossed her head back until she was looking at him through half-closed eye-lids.
gpt
Of course, if you don't want me ...
human
But, darling, your work here ...?
gpt
Anybody can do that! Mrs. O'Rane interrupted unguardedly.
human
That's not the point, though, and you know it isn't. I say you oughtn't to go. It's like setting a race-horse to pull a removal van.
gpt
I've _promised_ to resign the _moment_ I've paid back the money I _owe_,
human
The money was given you as a present.
gpt
But I can't take presents of that kind so long as I'm fit to work. Darling Sonia, you don't imagine I want to go away from you for three months, do you? If you can come down without leaving your work here undone----
human
Oh, I should be in the way! she interrupted with another toss of her head.
gpt
You've got your Hilda.