human
Excuse me a moment, I must see what the kitchen is about: it is near dinner time.
gpt
Forgive me, dear.
human
I must, when you look so sorry; but, that compulsory oath is killing me, Alec; driving me into heart disease,
gpt
My darling! is it possible? but I can see it. Your heart is fairly jumping, your hands cold, your nails blue; come in here for a few minutes' quiet,