human
Well, miss,
gpt
I should like a few things, Mr. Searle, said the young girl, speaking in a decidedly un-English although sweet, clear voice,
human
Well, it's three weeks now, he said, slowly.
gpt
It's not usual, miss--
human
I know--I know, said the girl, eagerly, and looking at him with such a strained, wistful expression that Searle's heart melted.
gpt
I know, and I shall _very_ soon have something--
human
Well, then, we'll let it go,