human
Go back to your seats! ordered the Elder thickly.
gpt
Do not mind me. I'm all right, or shall be in a few seconds.
human
Come, Dad, you must go to your room,
gpt
I'm not ill, sir, answered the father, stubbornly.
human
But it might be as well for me to retire from the table. You need not trouble, Mr. McGowan. I shall get on quite well with my son's assistance,
gpt
I'm sorry, Beth, very sorry I was so awkward.
human
Don't mind the cloth, Father,
gpt
You remain with Mr. McGowan, Beth. I shall soon be quite myself. Fainting spell, I guess.
human
Oh, Mr. McGowan! Is it--do you think----Oh! I can't say it! It's too awful!
gpt
We must telephone for the doctor at once. It may be serious.
human
Then, you do think it's a stroke! What shall we do!