human
Mr. Bundercombe!
gpt
My dear?
human
May I ask the meaning of your leaving the house like a truant schoolboy at this hour of the morning, and in such garb! demanded Mrs. Bundercombe, eying him severely through her pince-nez.
gpt
Is your memory failing you, Joseph Henry? Did you or did you not arrange to accompany me this morning to a meeting at the offices of the Women's Social Federation?
human
I fear I--er--I had forgotten the matter, Mr. Bundercombe stammered.
gpt
An affair of business--I was rung up on the telephone.
human
Eve is in the morning room, Mr. Walmsley, she said.
gpt
I presume your visit at this hour of the morning was intended for her.
human
Precisely, I admitted.
gpt
I will go in and see her.