human
Mrs. Goldstraw, he said,
gpt
Please to favour me, sir, by saying whether you lunch, or dine, in the middle of the day?
human
I don't know what I do in the middle of the day. I can't enter into my household affairs, Mrs. Goldstraw, till I know why you regret an act of kindness to my mother, which she always spoke of gratefully to the end of her life. You are not doing me a service by your silence. You are agitating me, you are alarming me, you are bringing on the singing in my head.
gpt
It's hard, sir, on just entering your service, said the housekeeper,
human
Impossible! he cried out, vehemently.
gpt
What are you talking about? What absurd story are you telling me now? There's her portrait! Haven't I told you so already? The portrait of my mother!
human
When that unhappy lady removed you from the Foundling, in after years, said Mrs. Goldstraw, gently,
gpt
The room goes round with me, he said.
human
My head! my head!