human
Monsieur Jean! Monsieur Jean!
gpt
You are going without wishing me good-by?
human
I beg your pardon, I am very tired.
gpt
Then you must not walk home, the weather is threatening, she extended her hand out-of-doors,
human
Come and have a cup of tea in the little drawing-room, and I will tell them to drive you home, and turning toward one of the footmen,
gpt
No, Miss Percival, pray, the open air will revive me. I must walk, let me go.
human
Go, then, but you have no greatcoat, take something to wrap yourself in.
gpt
I shall not be cold--while you with that open dress--I shall go to oblige you to go in.
human
If I touch her hand, he thought,
gpt
I am lost, my secret will escape me.