human
You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about--Meysey Hill they called him?
gpt
Miserable bounder, he murmured.
human
Turned out to be an impostor, too.
gpt
He imposed on me, Annabel continued.
human
I believed that he was the great multi-millionaire. He worried me to marry him. I let him take me to the English Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony. I thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other woman. Afterwards we started for _déjeuner_ in a motor. On the way he confessed. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Every one took him for the millionaire, and he had lost his head about me. I--well, I lost my temper. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the motor on top of him. This is the first act.
gpt
Served the beast right, Ennison declared.
human
I think I can tell you something which may be very good news for you presently. But go on.