human
You don't need to tell me how long you have been in, said Mrs. Ellsworth, blissfully ignorant that the iron chain was broken, and enjoying her power to wound.
gpt
I've been sitting up watching the clock. My fire's nearly out, and no more coals in the scuttle, the servants all three snoring while I am kept up. If I'm in bed with a cold to-morrow I shall have you to thank, Miss Grayle.
human
I'll get you some more coal if you want it, said Annesley.
gpt
Hadn't you better go to bed now I am back?
human
Not till I've made you understand that this must never occur again, insisted the old woman. (Annesley was shocked at herself for daring to think that the unwieldy bulk in the gray flannel dressing gown looked like a hippopotamus.)
gpt
You don't seem to realize that you've done anything out of the way. You're as calm as if it was eight o'clock. Not a word of regret! Not a question as to _my_ evening, you're so taken up with yourself and your smart clothes--clothes I gave you.
human
I haven't had much chance to ask questions, have I? Annesley ventured to remind her mistress.
gpt
Won't you tell me about your evening when you are in bed and I have made up your fire? You say it is bad for you to stand.
human
I say so because it is the truth, and doctor's orders, rapped out Mrs. Ellsworth.
gpt
I thought I had been upset enough for one evening, but this last straw had to be added to my burden.
human
Why, what can have upset you?