human
Robert! my boy! we don't want you. Where have you come from? and what are you doing here?
gpt
Why, mother, I'm sorry to hear that you don't want me. I've rushed from the station to tell Nora, what I've not a doubt she knows already, that I hope she'll find in me some one who'll take the place, at least in part, of him whom she has lost.
human
Robert, my dear boy, you ought not to be here. Go back to Holtye, and when I return I will explain to your perfect satisfaction why I say it.
gpt
Ought not to be here!--where Nora is! My dear mother! Nora, why do--why don't--Nora, what's the matter?